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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Windsor Castle + +Author: William Harrison Ainsworth + +Release Date: January 10, 2009 [EBook #2866] +Last Updated: March 12, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WINDSOR CASTLE *** + + + + +Produced by Grant Macandrew, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + WINDSOR CASTLE + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By William H. Ainsworth + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “About, about! + Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out.” + + SHAKESPEARE, Merry Wives of Windsor + </pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, + Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, + Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, + Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; + And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, + And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain + In a most hideous and dreadful manner: + You have heard of such a spirit; and well you know, + The superstitious idle-headed eld + Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, + This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.”—ibid + </pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>WINDSOR CASTLE</b> </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> <b>BOOK I. ANNE BOLEYN</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> X. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> <b>BOOK II. HERNE THE HUNTER</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> X. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> <b>BOOK III. THE HISTORY OF THE CASTLE</b> + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> V. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> <b>BOOK IV. CARDINAL WOLSEY</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0037"> VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0038"> VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0039"> IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0040"> X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0041"> XI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0042"> XII. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0043"> <b>BOOK V. MABEL LYNDWOOD</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0044"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0045"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0046"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0047"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0048"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0049"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0050"> VII. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0051"> <b>BOOK VI. JANE SEYMOUR</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0052"> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0053"> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0054"> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0055"> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0056"> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0057"> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0058"> VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0059"> VIII. </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + WINDSOR CASTLE + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK I. ANNE BOLEYN + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Earl of Surrey's solitary Ramble in the Home Park—Of + the Vision beheld by him in the Haunted Dell—And of his + Meeting with Morgan Fenwolf, the Keeper, beneath Herne's + Oak. +</pre> + <p> + In the twentieth year of the reign of the right high and puissant King + Henry the Eighth, namely, in 1529, on the 21st of April, and on one of the + loveliest evenings that ever fell on the loveliest district in England, a + fair youth, having somewhat the appearance of a page, was leaning over the + terrace wall on the north side of Windsor Castle, and gazing at the + magnificent scene before him. On his right stretched the broad green + expanse forming the Home Park, studded with noble trees, chiefly + consisting of ancient oaks, of which England had already learnt to be + proud, thorns as old or older than the oaks, wide-spreading beeches, tall + elms, and hollies. The disposition of these trees was picturesque and + beautiful in the extreme. Here, at the end of a sweeping vista, and in the + midst of an open space covered with the greenest sward, stood a mighty + broad-armed oak, beneath whose ample boughs, though as yet almost + destitute of foliage, while the sod beneath them could scarcely boast a + head of fern, couched a herd of deer. There lay a thicket of thorns + skirting a sand-bank, burrowed by rabbits, on this hand grew a dense and + Druid-like grove, into whose intricacies the slanting sunbeams pierced; on + that extended a long glade, formed by a natural avenue of oaks, across + which, at intervals, deer were passing. Nor were human figures wanting to + give life and interest to the scene. Adown the glade came two keepers of + the forest, having each a couple of buckhounds with them in leash, whose + baying sounded cheerily amid the woods. Nearer the castle, and bending + their way towards it, marched a party of falconers with their well-trained + birds, whose skill they had been approving upon their fists, their jesses + ringing as they moved along, while nearer still, and almost at the foot of + the terrace wall, was a minstrel playing on a rebec, to which a keeper, in + a dress of Lincoln green, with a bow over his shoulder, a quiver of arrows + at his back, and a comely damsel under his arm, was listening. + </p> + <p> + On the left, a view altogether different in character, though scarcely + less beautiful, was offered to the gaze. It was formed by the town of + Windsor, then not a third of its present size, but incomparably more + picturesque in appearance, consisting almost entirely of a long straggling + row of houses, chequered black and white, with tall gables, and projecting + storeys skirting the west and south sides of the castle, by the silver + windings of the river, traceable for miles, and reflecting the glowing + hues of the sky, by the venerable College of Eton, embowered in a grove of + trees, and by a vast tract of well-wooded and well-cultivated country + beyond it, interspersed with villages, churches, old halls, monasteries, + and abbeys. + </p> + <p> + Taking out his tablets, the youth, after some reflection, traced a few + lines upon them, and then, quitting the parapet, proceeded slowly, and + with a musing air, towards the north west angle of the terrace. He could + not be more than fifteen, perhaps not so much, but he was tall and + well-grown, with slight though remarkably well-proportioned limbs; and it + might have been safely predicted that, when arrived at years of maturity, + he would possess great personal vigour. His countenance was full of + thought and intelligence, and he had a broad lofty brow, shaded by a + profusion of light brown ringlets, a long, straight, and finely-formed + nose, a full, sensitive, and well-chiselled mouth, and a pointed chin. His + eyes were large, dark, and somewhat melancholy in expression, and his + complexion possessed that rich clear brown tint constantly met with in + Italy or Spain, though but seldom seen in a native of our own colder + clime. His dress was rich, but sombre, consisting of a doublet of black + satin, worked with threads of Venetian gold; hose of the same material, + and similarly embroidered; a shirt curiously wrought with black silk, and + fastened at the collar with black enamelled clasps; a cloak of black + velvet, passmented with gold, and lined with crimson satin; a flat black + velvet cap, set with pearls and goldsmith's work, and adorned with a short + white plume; and black velvet buskins. His arms were rapier and dagger, + both having gilt and graven handles, and sheaths of black velvet. + </p> + <p> + As he moved along, the sound of voices chanting vespers arose from Saint + George's Chapel; and while he paused to listen to the solemn strains, a + door, in that part of the castle used as the king's privy lodgings, + opened, and a person advanced towards him. The new-comer had broad, brown, + martial-looking features, darkened still more by a thick coal-black beard, + clipped short in the fashion of the time, and a pair of enormous + moustachios. He was accoutred in a habergeon, which gleamed from beneath + the folds of a russet-coloured mantle, and wore a steel cap in lieu of a + bonnet on his head, while a long sword dangled from beneath his cloak. + When within a few paces of the youth, whose back was towards him, and who + did not hear his approach, he announced himself by a loud cough, that + proved the excellence of his lungs, and made the old walls ring again, + startling the jackdaws roosting in the battlements. + </p> + <p> + “What! composing a vesper hymn, my lord of Surrey?” he cried with a laugh, + as the other hastily thrust the tablets, which he had hitherto held in his + hand, into his bosom. “You will rival Master Skelton, the poet laureate, + and your friend Sir Thomas Wyat, too, ere long. But will it please your + lord-ship to quit for a moment the society of the celestial Nine, and + descend to earth, while I inform you that, acting as your representative, + I have given all needful directions for his majesty's reception + to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + “You have not failed, I trust, to give orders to the groom of the chambers + for the lodging of my fair cousin, Mistress Anne Boleyn, Captain + Bouchier?” inquired the Earl of Surrey, with a significant smile. + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly not, my lord!” replied the other, smiling in his turn. “She + will be lodged as royally as if she were Queen of England. Indeed, the + queen's own apartments are assigned her.” + </p> + <p> + “It is well,” rejoined Surrey. “And you have also provided for the + reception of the Pope's legate, Cardinal Campeggio?” + </p> + <p> + Bouchier bowed. + </p> + <p> + “And for Cardinal Wolsey?” pursued the other. + </p> + <p> + The captain bowed again. + </p> + <p> + “To save your lordship the necessity of asking any further questions,” he + said, “I may state briefly that I have done all as if you had done it + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Be a little more particular, captain, I pray you,” said Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “Willingly, my lord,” replied Bouchier. “In your lord ship's name, then, + as vice-chamberlain, in which character I presented myself, I summoned + together the dean and canons of the College of St. George, the usher of + the black rod, the governor of the alms-knights, and the whole of the + officers of the household, and acquainted them, in a set speech-which, I + flatter myself, was quite equal to any that your lordship, with all your + poetical talents, could have delivered—that the king's highness, + being at Hampton Court with the two cardinals, Wolsey and Campeggio, + debating the matter of divorce from his queen, Catherine of Arragon, + proposes to hold the grand feast of the most noble order of the Garter at + this his castle of Windsor, on Saint George's Day—that is to say, + the day after to-morrow—and that it is therefore his majesty's + sovereign pleasure that the Chapel of St. George, in the said castle, be + set forth and adorned with its richest furniture; that the high altar be + hung with arras representing the patron saint of the order on horseback, + and garnished with the costliest images and ornaments in gold and silver; + that the pulpit be covered with crimson damask, inwrought with + flowers-de-luces of gold, portcullises, and roses; that the royal stall be + canopied with a rich cloth of state, with a haut-pas beneath it of a foot + high; that the stalls of the knights companions be decked with cloth of + tissue, with their scutcheons set at the back; and that all be ready at + the hour of tierce-hora tertia vespertina, as appointed by his majesty's + own statute—at which time the eve of the feast shall be held to + commence.” + </p> + <p> + “Take breath, captain,” laughed the earl. + </p> + <p> + “I have no need,” replied Bouchier. “Furthermore, I delivered your + lordship's warrant from the lord chamberlain to the usher of the black + rod, to make ready and furnish Saint George's Hall, both for the supper + to-morrow and the grand feast on the following day; and I enjoined the + dean and canons of the college, the alms-knights, and all the other + officers of the order, to be in readiness for the occasion. And now, + having fulfilled my devoir, or rather your lordship's, I am content to + resign my post as vice-chamberlain, to resume my ordinary one, that of + your simple gentleman, and to attend you back to Hampton Court whenever it + shall please you to set forth.” + </p> + <p> + “And that will not be for an hour, at the least,” replied the earl; “for I + intend to take a solitary ramble in the Home Park.” + </p> + <p> + “What I to seek inspiration for a song—or to meditate upon the + charms of the fair Geraldine, eh, my lord?” rejoined Bouchier. “But I will + not question you too shrewdly. Only let me caution you against going near + Herne's Oak. It is said that the demon hunter walks at nightfall, and + scares, if he does not injure, all those who cross his path. At curfew + toll I must quit the castle, and will then, with your attendants proceed + to the Garter, in Thames Street, where I will await your arrival. If we + reach Hampton Court by midnight, it will be time enough, and as the moon + will rise in an hour, we shall have a pleasant ride.” + </p> + <p> + “Commend me to Bryan Bowntance, the worthy host of the Garter,” said the + earl; “and bid him provide you with a bottle of his best sack in which to + drink my health.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear me not,” replied the other. “And I pray your lordship not to neglect + my caution respecting Herne the Hunter. In sober sooth, I have heard + strange stories of his appearance of late, and should not care to go near + the tree after dark.” + </p> + <p> + The earl laughed somewhat sceptically, and the captain reiterating his + caution, they separated—Bouchier returning the way he came, and + Surrey proceeding towards a small drawbridge crossing the ditch on the + eastern side of the castle, and forming a means of communication with the + Little Park. He was challenged by a sentinel at the drawbridge, but on + giving the password he was allowed to cross it, and to pass through a gate + on the farther side opening upon the park. + </p> + <p> + Brushing the soft and dewy turf with a footstep almost as light and + bounding as that of a fawn, he speeded on for more than a quarter of a + mile, when he reached a noble beech-tree standing at the end of a clump of + timber. A number of rabbits were feeding beneath it, but at his approach + they instantly plunged into their burrows. + </p> + <p> + Here he halted to look at the castle. The sun had sunk behind it, dilating + its massive keep to almost its present height and tinging the summits of + the whole line of ramparts and towers, since rebuilt and known as the + Brunswick Tower, the Chester Tower, the Clarence Tower, and the Victoria + Tower, with rosy lustre. + </p> + <p> + Flinging himself at the foot of the beech-tree, the youthful earl indulged + his poetical reveries for a short time, and then, rising, retraced his + steps, and in a few minutes the whole of the south side of the castle lay + before him. The view comprehended the two fortifications recently removed + to make way for the York and Lancaster Towers, between which stood a gate + approached by a drawbridge; the Earl Marshal's Tower, now styled from the + monarch in whose reign it was erected, Edward the Third's Tower; the black + rod's lodgings; the Lieutenant's—now Henry the Third's Tower; the + line of embattled walls, constituting the lodgings of the alms-knights; + the tower tenanted by the governor of that body, and still allotted to the + same officer; Henry the Eight's Gateway, and the Chancellor of the + Garter's Tower—the latter terminating the line of building. A few + rosy beams tipped the pinnacles of Saint George's Chapel, seen behind the + towers above-mentioned, with fire; but, with this exception, the whole of + the mighty fabric looked cold and grey. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture the upper gate was opened, and Captain Bouchier and his + attendants issued from it, and passed over the drawbridge. The curfew bell + then tolled, the drawbridge was raised, the horsemen disappeared, and no + sound reached the listener's ear except the measured tread of the + sentinels on the ramparts, audible in the profound stillness. + </p> + <p> + The youthful earl made no attempt to join his followers, but having gazed + on the ancient pile before him till its battlements and towers grew dim in + the twilight, he struck into a footpath leading across the park towards + Datchet, and pursued it until it brought him near a dell filled with + thorns, hollies, and underwood, and overhung by mighty oaks, into which he + unhesitatingly plunged, and soon gained the deepest part of it. Here, + owing to the thickness of the hollies and the projecting arms of other + large overhanging timber, added to the uncertain light above, the gloom + was almost impervious, and he could scarcely see a yard before him. Still, + he pressed on unhesitatingly, and with a sort of pleasurable sensation at + the difficulties he was encountering. Suddenly, however, he was startled + by a blue phosphoric light streaming through the bushes on the left, and, + looking up, he beheld at the foot of an enormous oak, whose giant roots + protruded like twisted snakes from the bank, a wild spectral-looking + object, possessing some slight resemblance to humanity, and habited, so + far as it could be determined, in the skins of deer, strangely disposed + about its gaunt and tawny-coloured limbs. On its head was seen a sort of + helmet, formed of the skull of a stag, from which branched a large pair of + antlers; from its left arm hung a heavy and rusty-looking chain, in the + links of which burnt the phosphoric fire before mentioned; while on its + right wrist was perched a large horned owl, with feathers erected, and red + staring eyes. + </p> + <p> + Impressed with the superstitious feelings common to the age, the young + earl, fully believing he was in the presence of a supernatural being, + could scarcely, despite his courageous nature, which no ordinary matter + would have shaken, repress a cry. Crossing himself, he repeated, with + great fervency, a prayer, against evil spirits, and as he uttered it the + light was extinguished, and the spectral figure vanished. The clanking of + the chain was heard, succeeded by the hooting of the owl; then came a + horrible burst of laughter, then a fearful wail, and all was silent. + </p> + <p> + Up to this moment the young earl had stood still, as if spell-bound; but + being now convinced that the spirit had fled, he pressed forward, and, ere + many seconds, emerged from the brake. The full moon was rising as he + issued forth, and illuminating the glades and vistas, and the calmness and + beauty of all around seemed at total variance with the fearful vision he + had just witnessed. Throwing a shuddering glance at the haunted dell, he + was about to hurry towards the castle, when a large, lightning-scathed, + and solitary oak, standing a little distance from him, attracted his + attention. + </p> + <p> + This was the very tree connected with the wild legend of Herne the Hunter, + which Captain Bouchier had warned him not to approach, and he now forcibly + recalled the caution. Beneath it he perceived a figure, which he at first + took for that of the spectral hunter; but his fears were relieved by a + shout from the person, who at the same moment appeared to catch sight of + him. + </p> + <p> + Satisfied that, in the present instance, he had to do with a being of this + world, Surrey ran towards the tree, and on approaching it perceived that + the object of his alarm was a young man of very athletic proportions, and + evidently, from his garb, a keeper of the forest. + </p> + <p> + He was habited in a jerkin of Lincoln green cloth, with the royal badge + woven in silver on the breast, and his head was protected by a flat green + cloth cap, ornamented with a pheasant's tail. Under his right arm he + carried a crossbow; a long silver-tipped horn was slung in his baldric; + and he was armed with a short hanger, or wood-knife. His features were + harsh and prominent; and he had black beetling brows, a large coarse + mouth, and dark eyes, lighted up with a very sinister and malignant + expression. + </p> + <p> + He was attended by a large savage-looking staghound, whom he addressed as + Bawsey, and whose fierceness had to be restrained as Surrey approached. + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen anything?” he demanded of the earl. + </p> + <p> + “I have seen Herne the Hunter himself, or the fiend in his likeness,” + replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + And he briefly related the vision he had beheld. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay, you have seen the demon hunter, no doubt,” replied the keeper at + the close of the recital. “I neither saw the light, nor heard the + laughter, nor the wailing cry you speak of; but Bawsey crouched at my feet + and whined, and I knew some evil thing was at hand. Heaven shield us!” he + exclaimed, as the hound crouched at his feet, and directed her gaze + towards the oak, uttering a low ominous whine, “she is at the same trick + again.” + </p> + <p> + The earl glanced in the same direction, and half expected to see the + knotted trunk of the tree burst open and disclose the figure of the + spectral hunter. But nothing was visible—at least, to him, though it + would seem from the shaking limbs, fixed eyes, and ghastly visage of the + keeper, that some appalling object was presented to his gaze. + </p> + <p> + “Do you not see him?” cried the latter at length, in thrilling accents; + “he is circling the tree, and blasting it. There! he passes us now—do + you not see him?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Surrey; “but do not let us tarry here longer.” + </p> + <p> + So saying he laid his hand upon the keeper's arm. The touch seemed to + rouse him to exertion: He uttered a fearful cry, and set off at a quick + pace along the park, followed by Bawsey, with her tail between her legs. + The earl kept up with him, and neither halted till they had left the + wizard oak at a considerable distance behind them. + </p> + <p> + “And so you did not see him?” said the keeper, in a tone of exhaustion, as + he wiped the thick drops from his brow. + </p> + <p> + “I did not,” replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “That is passing strange,” rejoined the other. “I myself have seen him + before, but never as he appeared to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a keeper of the forest, I presume, friend?” said Surrey. “How are + you named?” + </p> + <p> + “I am called Morgan Fenwolf,” replied the keeper; “and you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am the Earl of Surrey;' returned the young noble. + </p> + <p> + “What!” exclaimed Fenwolf, making a reverence, “the son to his grace of + Norfolk?” + </p> + <p> + The earl replied in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “Why, then, you must be the young nobleman whom I used to see so often + with the king's son, the Duke of Richmond, three or four years ago, at the + castle?” rejoined Fenwolf “You are altogether grown out of my + recollection.” + </p> + <p> + “Not unlikely,” returned the earl. “I have been at Oxford, and have only + just completed my studies. This is the first time I have been at Windsor + since the period you mention.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard that the Duke of Richmond was at Oxford likewise,” observed + Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “We were at Cardinal College together,” replied Surrey. “But the duke's + term was completed before mine. He is my senior by three years.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose your lordship is returning to the castle?” said Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Surrey. “My attendants are waiting for me at the Garter, and + if you will accompany me thither, I will bestow a cup of good ale upon you + to recruit you after the fright you have undergone.” + </p> + <p> + Fenwolf signified his graceful acquiescence, and they walked on in + silence, for the earl could not help dwelling upon the vision he had + witnessed, and his companion appeared equally abstracted. In this sort + they descended the hill near Henry the Eighth's Gate, and entered Thames + Street. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of Bryan Bowntance, the Host of the Garter—Of the Duke of + Shoreditch—Of the Bold Words uttered by Mark Fytton, the + Butcher, and how he was cast into the Vault of the Curfew + Tower. +</pre> + <p> + Turning off on the right, the earl and his companion continued to descend + the hill until they came in sight of the Garter—a snug little + hostel, situated immediately beneath the Curfew Tower. + </p> + <p> + Before the porch were grouped the earl's attendants, most of whom had + dismounted, and were holding their steeds by the bridles. At this juncture + the door of the hostel opened, and a fat jolly-looking personage, with a + bald head and bushy grey beard, and clad in a brown serge doublet, and + hose to match, issued forth, bearing a foaming jug of ale and a horn cup. + His appearance was welcomed by a joyful shout from the attendants. + </p> + <p> + “Come, my masters!” he cried, filling the horn, “here is a cup of stout + Windsor ale in which to drink the health of our jolly monarch, bluff King + Hal; and there's no harm, I trust, in calling him so.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, is there not, mine host;” cried the foremost attendant. “I spoke + of him as such in his own hearing not long ago, and he laughed at me in + right merry sort. I love the royal bully, and will drink his health + gladly, and Mistress Anne Boleyn's to boot.” + </p> + <p> + And he emptied the horn. + </p> + <p> + “They tell me Mistress Anne Boleyn is coming to Windsor with the king and + the knights-companions to-morrow—is it so?” asked the host, again + filling the horn, and handing it to another attendant. + </p> + <p> + The person addressed nodded, but he was too much engrossed by the horn to + speak. + </p> + <p> + “Then there will be rare doings in the castle,” chuckled the host; “and + many a lusty pot will be drained at the Garter. Alack-a-day! how times are + changed since I, Bryan Bowntance, first stepped into my father's shoes, + and became host of the Garter. It was in 1501—twenty-eight years ago—when + King Henry the Seventh, of blessed memory, ruled the land, and when his + elder son, Prince Arthur, was alive likewise. In that year the young + prince espoused Catherine of Arragon, our present queen, and soon + afterwards died; whereupon the old king, not liking—for he loved his + treasure better than his own flesh—to part with her dowry, gave her + to his second son, Henry, our gracious sovereign, whom God preserve! Folks + said then the match wouldn't come to good; and now we find they spoke the + truth, for it is likely to end in a divorce.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so loud, mine host!” cried the foremost attendant; “here comes our + young master, the Earl of Surrey.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I care not,” replied the host bluffly. “I've spoken no treason. I + love my king; and if he wishes to have a divorce, I hope his holiness the + Pope will grant him one, that's all.” + </p> + <p> + As he said this, a loud noise was heard within the hostel, and a man was + suddenly and so forcibly driven forth, that he almost knocked down Bryan + Bowntance, who was rushing in to see what was the matter. The person thus + ejected, who was a powerfully-built young man, in a leathern doublet, with + his muscular arms bared to the shoulder, turned his rage upon the host, + and seized him by the throat with a grip that threatened him with + strangulation. Indeed, but for the intervention of the earl's attendants, + who rushed to his assistance, such might have been his fate. As soon as he + was liberated, Bryan cried in a voice of mingled rage and surprise to his + assailant, “Why, what's the matter, Mark Fytton?—are you gone mad, + or do you mistake me for a sheep or a bullock, that you attack me in this + fashion? My strong ale must have got into your addle pate with a + vengeance. + </p> + <p> + “The knave has been speaking treason of the king's highness,” said the + tall man, whose doublet and hose of the finest green cloth, as well as the + how and quiverful of arrows at his back, proclaimed him an archer—“and + therefore we turned him out!” + </p> + <p> + “And you did well, Captain Barlow,” cried the host. + </p> + <p> + “Call me rather the Duke of Shoreditch,” rejoined the tall archer; “for + since his majesty conferred the title upon me, though it were but in jest, + when I won this silver bugle, I shall ever claim it. I am always + designated by my neighbours in Shoreditch as his grace; and I require the + same attention at your hands. To-morrow I shall have my comrades, the + Marquises of Clerkenwell, Islington, Hogsden, Pancras, and Paddington, + with me, and then you will see the gallant figure we shall cut.” + </p> + <p> + “I crave your grace's pardon for my want of respect,” replied the host. “I + am not ignorant of the distinction conferred upon you at the last match at + the castle butts by the king. But to the matter in hand. What treason hath + Mark Fytton, the butcher, been talking?” + </p> + <p> + “I care not to repeat his words, mine host,” replied the duke; “but he + hath spoken in unbecoming terms of his highness and Mistress Anne Boleyn.” + </p> + <p> + “He means not what he says,” rejoined the host. “He is a loyal subject of + the king; but he is apt to get quarrelsome over his cups.” + </p> + <p> + “Well said, honest Bryan,” cried the duke; “you have one quality of a good + landlord—that of a peacemaker. Give the knave a cup of ale, and let + him wash down his foul words in a health to the king, wishing him a speedy + divorce and a new queen, and he shall then sit among us again.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not desire to sit with you, you self-dubbed duke,” rejoined Mark; + “but if you will doff your fine jerkin, and stand up with me on the green, + I will give you cause to remember laying hands on me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well challenged, bold butcher!” cried one of Surrey's attendants. “You + shall be made a duke yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Or a cardinal,” cried Mark. “I should not be the first of my brethren who + has met with such preferment.” + </p> + <p> + “He derides the Church in the person of Cardinal Wolsey!” cried the duke. + “He is a blasphemer as well as traitor.” + </p> + <p> + “Drink the king's health in a full cup, Mark,” interposed the host, + anxious to set matters aright, “and keep your mischievous tongue between + your teeth.” + </p> + <p> + “Beshrew me if I drink the king's health, or that of his minion, Anne + Boleyn!” cried Mark boldly. “But I will tell you what I will drink. I will + drink the health of King Henry's lawful consort, Catherine of Arragon; and + I will add to it a wish that the Pope may forge her marriage chains to her + royal husband faster than ever.” + </p> + <p> + “A foolish wish,” cried Bryan. “Why, Mark, you are clean crazed!” + </p> + <p> + “It is the king who is crazed, not me!” cried Mark. “He would sacrifice + his rightful consort to his unlawful passion; and you, base hirelings, + support the tyrant in his wrongful conduct!” + </p> + <p> + “Saints protect us!” exclaimed Bryan. “Why, this is flat treason. Mark, I + can no longer uphold you.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if you do not desire to share his prison, mine host,” cried the Duke + of Shoreditch. “You have all heard him call the king a tyrant. Seize him, + my masters!” + </p> + <p> + “Let them lay hands upon me if they dare!” cried the butcher resolutely. + “I have felled an ox with a blow of my fist before this, and I promise you + I will show them no better treatment.” + </p> + <p> + Awed by Mark's determined manner, the bystanders kept aloof. + </p> + <p> + “I command you, in the king's name, to seize him!” roared Shoreditch. “If + he offers resistance he will assuredly be hanged.” + </p> + <p> + “No one shall touch me!” cried Mark fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “That remains to be seen,” said the foremost of the Earl of Surrey's + attendants. “Yield, fellow!” + </p> + <p> + “Never!” replied Mark; “and I warn you to keep off.” + </p> + <p> + The attendant, however, advanced; but before he could lay hands on the + butcher he received a blow from his ox-like fist that sent him reeling + backwards for several paces, and finally stretched him at full length upon + the ground. His companions drew their swords, and would have instantly + fallen upon the sturdy offender, if Morgan Fenwolf, who, with the Earl of + Surrey, was standing among the spectators, had not rushed forward, and, + closing with Mark before the latter could strike a blow, grappled with + him, and held him fast till he was secured, and his arms tied behind him. + </p> + <p> + “And so it is you, Morgan Fenwolf, who have served me this ill turn, eh?” + cried the butcher, regarding him fiercely. “I now believe all I have heard + of you.” + </p> + <p> + “What have you heard of him?” asked Surrey, advancing. + </p> + <p> + “That he has dealings with the fiend—with Herne the Hunter,” replied + Mark. “If I am hanged for a traitor, he ought to be burnt for a wizard.” + </p> + <p> + “Heed not what the villain says, my good fellow,” said the Duke of + Shoreditch; “you have captured him bravely, and I will take care your + conduct is duly reported to his majesty. To the castle with him! To the + castle! He will lodge to-night in the deepest dungeon of yon + fortification,” pointing to the Curfew Tower above them, “there to await + the king's judgment; and to-morrow night it will be well for him if he is + not swinging from the gibbet near the bridge. Bring him along.” + </p> + <p> + And followed by Morgan Fenwolf and the others, with the prisoner, he + strode up the hill. + </p> + <p> + Long before this Captain Bouchier had issued from the hostel and joined + the earl, and they walked together after the crowd. In a few minutes the + Duke of Shoreditch reached Henry the Eighth's Gate, where he shouted to a + sentinel, and told him what had occurred. After some delay a wicket in the + gate was opened, and the chief persons of the party were allowed to pass + through it with the prisoner, who was assigned to the custody of a couple + of arquebusiers. + </p> + <p> + By this time an officer had arrived, and it was agreed, at the suggestion + of the Duke of Shoreditch, to take the offender to the Curfew Tower. + Accordingly they crossed the lower ward, and passing beneath an archway + near the semicircular range of habitations allotted to the petty canons, + traversed the space before the west end of Saint George's Chapel, and + descending a short flight of stone steps at the left, and threading a + narrow passage, presently arrived at the arched entrance in the Curfew, + whose hoary walls shone brightly in the moonlight. + </p> + <p> + They had to knock for some time against the stout oak door before any + notice was taken of the summons. At length an old man, who acted as + bellringer, thrust his head out of one of the narrow pointed windows + above, and demanded their business. Satisfied with the reply, he + descended, and, opening the door, admitted them into a lofty chamber, the + roof of which was composed of stout planks, crossed by heavy oaken + rafters, and supported by beams of the same material. On the left a steep + ladder-like flight of wooden steps led to an upper room, and from a hole + in the roof descended a bell-rope, which was fastened to one of the beams, + showing the use to which the chamber was put. + </p> + <p> + Some further consultation was now held among the party as to the propriety + of leaving the prisoner in this chamber under the guard of the + arquebusiers, but it was at last decided against doing so, and the old + bellringer being called upon for the keys of the dungeon beneath, he + speedily produced them. They then went forth, and descending a flight of + stone steps on the left, came to a low strong door, which they unlocked, + and obtained admission to a large octangular chamber with a vaulted roof, + and deep embrasures terminated by narrow loopholes. The light of a lamp + carried by the bellringer showed the dreary extent of the vault, and the + enormous thickness of its walls. + </p> + <p> + “A night's solitary confinement in this place will be of infinite service + to our prisoner,” said the Duke of Shoreditch, gazing around. “I'll be + sworn he is ready to bite off the foolish tongue that has brought him to + such a pass.” + </p> + <p> + The butcher made no reply, but being released by the arquebusiers, sat + down upon a bench that constituted the sole furniture of the vault. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I leave him the lamp?” asked the bellringer; “he may beguile the + time by reading the names of former prisoners scratched on the walls and + in the embrasures.” + </p> + <p> + “No; he shall not even have that miserable satisfaction,” returned the + Duke of Shoreditch. “He shall be left in the darkness to his own bad and + bitter thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + With this the party withdrew, and the door was fastened upon the prisoner. + An arquebusier was stationed at the foot of the steps; and the Earl of + Surrey and Captain Bouchier having fully satisfied their curiosity, shaped + their course towards the castle gate. On their way thither the earl looked + about for Morgan Fenwolf, but could nowhere discern him. He then passed + through the wicket with Bouchier, and proceeding to the Garter, they + mounted their steeds, and galloped off towards Datchet, and thence to + Staines and Hampton Court. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Grand Procession to Windsor Castle—Of the Meeting of + King Henry the Eighth and Anne Boleyn at the Lower Gate-Of + their Entrance into the Castle—And how the Butcher was + Hanged from the Curfew Tower. +</pre> + <p> + A joyous day was it for Windsor and great were the preparations made by + its loyal inhabitants for a suitable reception to their sovereign. At an + early hour the town was thronged with strangers from the neighbouring + villages, and later on crowds began to arrive from London, some having + come along the highway on horseback, and others having rowed in various + craft up the river. All were clad in holiday attire, and the streets + presented an appearance of unwonted bustle and gaiety. The Maypole in + Bachelors' Acre was hung with flowers. Several booths, with flags floating + above them, were erected in the same place, where ale, mead, and hypocras, + together with cold pasties, hams, capons, and large joints of beef and + mutton, might be obtained. Mummers and minstrels were in attendance, and + every kind of diversion was going forward. Here was one party wrestling; + there another, casting the bar; on this side a set of rustics were dancing + a merry round with a bevy of buxom Berkshire lasses; on that stood a + fourth group, listening to a youth playing on the recorders. At one end of + the Acre large fires were lighted, before which two whole oxen were + roasting, provided in honour of the occasion by the mayor and burgesses of + the town; at the other, butts were set against which the Duke of + Shoreditch and his companions, the five marquises, were practising. The + duke himself shot admirably, and never failed to hit the bulls-eye; but + the great feat of the day was performed by Morgan Fenwolf, who thrice + split the duke's shafts as they stuck in the mark. + </p> + <p> + “Well done!” cried the duke, as he witnessed the achievement; “why, you + shoot as bravely as Herne the Hunter. Old wives tell us he used to split + the arrows of his comrades in that fashion.” + </p> + <p> + “He must have learnt the trick from Herne himself in the forest,” cried + one of the bystanders. + </p> + <p> + Morgan Fenwolf looked fiercely round in search of the speaker, but could + not discern him. He, however, shot no more, and refusing a cup of hypocras + offered him by Shoreditch, disappeared among the crowd. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this the booths were emptied, the bar thrown down, the Maypole + and the butts deserted, and the whole of Bachelors' Acre cleared of its + occupants—except those who were compelled to attend to the mighty + spits turning before the fires—by the loud discharge of ordnance + from the castle gates, accompanied by the ringing of bells, announcing + that the mayor and burgesses of Windsor, together with the officers of the + Order of the Garter, were setting forth to Datchet Bridge to meet the + royal procession. + </p> + <p> + Those who most promptly obeyed this summons beheld the lower castle gate, + built by the then reigning monarch, open, while from it issued four + trumpeters clad in emblazoned coats, with silken bandrols depending from + their horns, blowing loud fanfares. They were followed by twelve henchmen, + walking four abreast, arrayed in scarlet tunics, with the royal cypher + H.R. worked in gold on the breast, and carrying gilt poleaxes over their + shoulders. Next came a company of archers, equipped in helm and + brigandine, and armed with long pikes, glittering, as did their steel + accoutrements, in the bright sunshine. They were succeeded by the bailiffs + and burgesses of the town, riding three abreast, and enveloped in gowns of + scarlet cloth; after which rode the mayor of Windsor in a gown of crimson + velvet, and attended by two footmen, in white and red damask, carrying + white wands. The mayor was followed by a company of the town guard, with + partisans over the shoulders. Then came the sheriff of the county and his + attendants. Next followed the twenty-six alms-knights (for such was their + number), walking two and two, and wearing red mantles, with a scutcheon of + Saint George on the shoulder, but without the garter surrounding it. Then + came the thirteen petty canons, in murrey-coloured gowns, with the arms of + Saint George wrought in a roundel on the shoulder; then the twelve canons, + similarly attired; and lastly the dean of the college, in his cope. + </p> + <p> + A slight pause ensued, and the chief officers of the Garter made their + appearance. First walked the Black Rod, clothed in a russet-coloured + mantle, faced with alternate panes of blue and red, emblazoned with + flower-de-luces of gold and crowned lions. He carried a small black rod, + the ensign of his office, surmounted with the lion of England in silver. + After the Black Rod came the Garter, habited in a gown of crimson satin, + paned and emblazoned like that of the officer who preceded him, hearing a + white crown with a sceptre upon it, and having a gilt crown in lieu of a + cap upon his head. The Garter was followed by the register, a grave + personage, in a black gown, with a surplice over it, covered by a mantelet + of furs. Then came the chancellor of the Order, in his robe of + murrey-coloured velvet lined with sarcenet, with a badge on the shoulder + consisting of a gold rose, enclosed in a garter wrought with pearls of + damask gold. Lastly came the Bishop of Winchester, the prelate of the + Order, wearing his mitre, and habited in a robe of crimson velvet lined + with white taffeta, faced with blue, and embroidered on the right shoulder + with a scutcheon of Saint George, encompassed with the Garter, and adorned + with cordons of blue silk mingled with gold. + </p> + <p> + Brought up by a rear guard of halberdiers, the procession moved slowly + along Thames Street, the houses of which, as well as those in Peascod + Street, were all more or less decorated—the humbler sort being + covered with branches of trees, intermingled with garlands of flowers, + while the better description was hung with pieces of tapestry, carpets, + and rich stuffs. Nor should it pass unnoticed that the loyalty of Bryan + Bowntance, the host of the Garter, had exhibited itself in an arch thrown + across the road opposite his house, adorned with various coloured ribbons + and flowers, in the midst of which was a large shield, exhibiting the + letters, b. and h. (in mystic allusion to Henry and Anne Boleyn) + intermingled and surrounded by love-knots. + </p> + <p> + Turning off on the left into the lower road, skirting the north of the + castle, and following the course of the river to Datchet, by which it was + understood the royal cavalcade would make its approach, the procession + arrived at an open space by the side of the river, where it came to a + halt, and the dean, chancellor, and prelate, together with other officers + of the Garter, embarked in a barge moored to the bank, which was towed + slowly down the stream in the direction of Datchet Bridge—a band of + minstrels stationed within it playing all the time. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the rest of the cavalcade, having again set for ward, pursued + their course along the banks of the river, proceeding at a foot's pace, + and accompanied by crowds of spectators, cheering them as they moved + along. The day was bright and beautiful, and nothing was wanting to + enhance the beauty of the spectacle. On the left flowed the silver Thames, + crowded with craft, filled with richly-dressed personages of both sexes, + amid which floated the pompous barge appropriated to the officers of the + Garter, which was hung with banners and streamers, and decorated at the + sides with targets, emblazoned with the arms of St. George. On the + greensward edging the stream marched a brilliant cavalcade, and on the + right lay the old woods of the Home Park, with long vistas opening through + them, giving exquisite peeps of the towers and battlements of the castle. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour brought the cavalcade to Datchet Bridge, at the foot of which + a pavilion was erected for the accommodation of the mayor and burgesses. + And here, having dismounted, they awaited the king's arrival. + </p> + <p> + Shortly after this a cloud of dust on the Staines Road seemed to announce + the approach of the royal party, and all rushed forth and held themselves + in readiness to meet it. But the dust appeared to have been raised by a + company of horsemen, headed by Captain Bouchier, who rode up the next + moment. Courteously saluting the mayor, Bouchier informed him that + Mistress Anne Boleyn was close behind, and that it was the king's pleasure + that she should be attended in all state to the lower gate of the castle, + there to await his coming, as he himself intended to enter it with her. + The mayor replied that the sovereign's behests should be implicitly + obeyed, and he thereupon stationed himself at the farther side of the + bridge in expectation of Anne Boleyn's arrival. + </p> + <p> + Presently the sound of trumpets smote his ear, and a numerous and splendid + retinue was seen advancing, consisting of nobles, knights, esquires, and + gentlemen, ranged according to their degrees, and all sumptuously + apparelled in cloths of gold and silver, and velvets of various colours, + richly embroidered. Besides these, there were pages and other attendants + in the liveries of their masters, together with sergeants of the guard and + henchmen in their full accoutrements. Among the nobles were the Dukes of + Norfolk and Suffolk—the king being desirous of honouring as much as + possible her whom he had resolved to make his queen. The former was + clothed in tissue, embroidered with roses of gold, with a baldric across + his body of massive gold, and was mounted on a charger likewise trapped in + gold; and the latter wore a mantle of cloth of silver, pounced in the form + of letters, and lined with blue velvet, while his horse was trapped + hardwise in harness embroidered with bullion gold curiously wrought. Both + also wore the collar of the Order of the Garter. Near them rode Sir Thomas + Boleyn, who, conscious of the dignity to which his daughter was to be + advanced, comported himself with almost intolerable haughtiness. + </p> + <p> + Immediately behind Sir Thomas Boleyn came a sumptuous litter covered with + cloth of gold, drawn by four white palfreys caparisoned in white damask + down to the ground, and each having a page in white and blue satin at its + head. Over the litter was borne a canopy of cloth of gold supported by + four gilt staves, and ornamented at the corners with silver bells, ringing + forth sweet music as it moved along. Each staff was borne by a knight, of + whom sixteen were in attendance to relieve one another when fatigued. + </p> + <p> + In this litter sat Anne Boleyn. She wore a surcoat of white tissue, and a + mantle of the same material lined with ermine. Her gown, which, however, + was now concealed by the surcoat, was of cloth of gold tissue, raised with + pearls of silver damask, with a stomacher of purple gold similarly raised, + and large open sleeves lined with chequered tissue. Around her neck she + wore a chain of orient pearls, from which depended a diamond cross. A + black velvet cap, richly embroidered with pearls and other precious + stones, and ornamented with a small white plume, covered her head; and her + small feet were hidden in blue velvet brodequins, decorated with diamond + stars. + </p> + <p> + Anne Boleyn's features were exquisitely formed, and though not regular, + far more charming than if they had been so. Her nose was slightly + aquiline, but not enough so to detract from its beauty, and had a little + retrousse; point that completed its attraction. The rest of her features + were delicately chiselled: the chin being beautifully rounded, the brow + smooth and white as snow, while the rose could not vie with the bloom of + her cheek. Her neck—alas! that the fell hand of the executioner + should ever touch it—was long and slender, her eyes large and blue, + and of irresistible witchery—sometimes scorching the beholder like a + sunbeam, anon melting him with soul-subduing softness. + </p> + <p> + Of her accomplishments other opportunities will be found to speak; but it + may be mentioned that she was skilled on many instruments, danced and sang + divinely, and had rare powers of conversation and wit. If to these she had + not added the dangerous desire to please, and the wish to hold other + hearts than the royal one she had enslaved, in thraldom, all might, + perhaps, have been well. But, alas like many other beautiful women, she + had a strong tendency to coquetry. How severely she suffered for it, it is + the purpose of this history to relate. An excellent description of her has + been given by a contemporary writer, the Comte de Chateaubriand, who, + while somewhat disparaging her personal attractions, speaks in rapturous + terms of her accomplishments: “Anne,” writes the Comte, “avait un esprit + si deslie qui c'estoit a qui l'ouiroit desgoiser; et ci venoitelle a + poetiser, telle qu' Orpheus, elle eust faict les ours et rochers + attentifs: puis saltoit, balloit, et dancoit toutes dances Anglaises ou + Estranges, et en imagina nombre qui ont garde son nom ou celluy du galant + pour qui les feit: puis scavoit tous les jeux, qu'elle jouoit avec non + plus d'heur que d'habilite puis chantoit comme syrene, s'accompagnant de + luth; harpoit mieueix que le roy David, et manioit fort gentilment fleuste + et rebec; puis s'accoustroit de tant et si merveilleuses facons, que ses + inventions, faisoient d'elle le parangon de toutes des dames les plus + sucrees de la court; mais nulle n'avoit sa grace, laquelle, au dire d'un + ancien, passe venuste'.” Such was the opinion of one who knew her well + during her residence at the French court, when in attendance on Mary of + England, consort of Louis XII., and afterwards Duchess of Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + At this moment Anne's eyes were fixed with some tenderness upon one of the + supporters of her canopy on the right—a very handsome young man, + attired in a doublet and hose of black tylsent, paned and cut, and whose + tall, well-proportioned figure was seen to the greatest advantage, + inasmuch as he had divested himself of his mantle, for his better + convenience in walking. + </p> + <p> + “I fear me you will fatigue yourself, Sir Thomas Wyat,” said Anne Boleyn, + in tones of musical sweetness, which made the heart beat and the colour + mount to the cheeks of him she addressed. “You had better allow Sir Thomas + Arundel or Sir John Hulstone to relieve you.” + </p> + <p> + “I can feel no fatigue when near you, madam,” replied Wyat, in a low tone. + </p> + <p> + A slight blush overspread Anne's features, and she raised her embroidered + kerchief to her lips. + </p> + <p> + “If I had that kerchief I would wear it at the next lists, and defy all + comers,” said Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “You shall have it, then,” rejoined Anne. “I love all chivalrous exploits, + and will do my best to encourage them.” + </p> + <p> + “Take heed, Sir Thomas,” said Sir Francis Weston, the knight who held the + staff on the other side, “or we shall have the canopy down. Let Sir Thomas + Arundel relieve you.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” rejoined Wyat, recovering himself; “I will not rest till we come to + the bridge.” + </p> + <p> + “You are in no haste to possess the kerchief,” said Anne petulantly. + </p> + <p> + “There you wrong me, madam!” cried Sir Thomas eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “What ho, good fellows!” he shouted to the attendants at the palfreys' + heads, “your lady desires you to stop.” + </p> + <p> + “And I desire them to go on—I, Will Sommers, jester to the high and + mighty King Harry the Eighth!” cried a voice of mock authority behind the + knight. “What if Sir Thomas Wyat has undertaken to carry the canopy + farther than any of his companions, is that a reason he should be + relieved? Of a surety not—go on, I say!” + </p> + <p> + The person who thus spoke then stepped forward, and threw a glance so full + of significance at Anne Boleyn that she did not care to dispute the order, + but, on the contrary, laughingly acquiesced in it. + </p> + <p> + Will Sommers—the king's jester, as he described himself—was a + small middle-aged personage, with a physiognomy in which good nature and + malice, folly and shrewdness, were so oddly blended, that it was difficult + to say which predominated. His look was cunning and sarcastic, but it was + tempered by great drollery and oddity of manner, and he laughed so + heartily at his own jests and jibes, that it was scarcely possible to help + joining him. His attire consisted of a long loose gown of spotted crimson + silk, with the royal cipher woven in front in gold; hose of blue cloth, + guarded with red and black cloth; and red cordovan buskins. A sash tied + round his waist served him instead of a girdle, and he wore a + trencher-shaped velvet cap on his head, with a white tufted feather in it. + In his hand he carried a small horn. He was generally attended by a + monkey, habited in a crimson doublet and hood, which sat upon his + shoulder, and played very diverting tricks, but the animal was not with + him on the present occasion. + </p> + <p> + Will Sommers was a great favourite with the king, and ventured upon + familiarities which no one else dared to use with him. The favour in which + he stood with his royal master procured him admittance to his presence at + all hours and at all seasons, and his influence, though seldom exerted, + was very great. He was especially serviceable in turning aside the edge of + the king's displeasure, and more frequently exerted himself to allay the + storm than to raise it. His principal hostility was directed against + Wolsey, whose arrogance and grasping practices were the constant subjects + of his railing. It was seldom, such was his privileged character, and the + protection he enjoyed from the sovereign, that any of the courtiers + resented his remarks; but Sir Thomas Wyat's feelings being now deeply + interested, he turned sharply round, and said, “How now, thou meddling + varlet, what business hast thou to interfere?” + </p> + <p> + “I interfere to prove my authority, gossip Wyat,” replied Sommers, “and to + show that, varlet as I am, I am as powerful as Mistress Anne Boleyn—nay, + that I am yet more powerful, because I am obeyed, while she is not.” + </p> + <p> + “Were I at liberty,” said Sir Thomas angrily, “I would make thee repent + thine insolence.” + </p> + <p> + “But thou art not at liberty, good gossip,” replied the jester, screaming + with laughter; “thou art tied like a slave to the oar, and cannot free + thyself from it—ha! ha!” Having enjoyed the knight's discomposure + for a few seconds, he advanced towards him, and whispered in his ear, + “Don't mistake me, gossip. I have done thee good service in preventing + thee from taking that kerchief. Hadst thou received it in the presence of + these witnesses, thou wouldst have been lodged in the Round Tower of + Windsor Castle to-morrow, instead of feasting with the knights-companions + in Saint George's Hall.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe thou art right, gossip,” said Wyat in the same tone. + </p> + <p> + “Rest assured I am,” replied Sommers; “and I further more counsel thee to + decline this dangerous gift altogether, and to think no more of the fair + profferer, or if thou must think of her, let it be as of one beyond thy + reach. Cross not the lion's path; take a friendly hint from the jackal.” + </p> + <p> + And without waiting for a reply, he darted away, and mingled with the + cavalcade in the rear. + </p> + <p> + Immediately behind Anne Boleyn's litter rode a company of henchmen of the + royal household, armed with gilt partisans. Next succeeded a chariot + covered with red cloth of gold, and drawn by four horses richly + caparisoned, containing the old Duchess of Norfolk and the old Marchioness + of Dorset. Then came the king's natural son, the Duke of Richmond—a + young man formed on the same large scale, and distinguished by the same + haughty port, and the same bluff manner, as his royal sire. The duke's + mother was the Lady Talboys, esteemed one of the most beautiful women of + the age, and who had for a long time held the capricious monarch captive. + Henry was warmly attached to his son, showered favours without number upon + him, and might have done yet more if fate had not snatched him away at an + early age. + </p> + <p> + Though scarcely eighteen, the Duke of Richmond looked more than twenty, + and his lips and chin were clothed with a well-grown though + closely-clipped beard. He was magnificently habited in a doublet of cloth + of gold of bawdekin, the placard and sleeves of which were wrought with + flat gold, and fastened with aiglets. A girdle of crimson velvet, enriched + with precious stones, encircled his waist, and sustained a poniard and a + Toledo sword, damascened with gold. Over all he wore a loose robe, or + housse, of scarlet mohair, trimmed with minever, and was further decorated + with the collar of the Order of the Garter. His cap was of white velvet, + ornamented with emeralds, and from the side depended a small azure plume. + He rode a magnificent black charger, trapped in housings of cloth of gold, + powdered with ermine. + </p> + <p> + By the duke's side rode the Earl of Surrey attired—as upon the + previous day, and mounted on a fiery Arabian, trapped in crimson velvet + fringed with Venetian gold. Both nobles were attended by their esquires in + their liveries. + </p> + <p> + Behind them came a chariot covered with cloth of silver, and drawn, like + the first, by four horses in rich housings, containing two very beautiful + damsels, one of whom attracted so much of the attention of the youthful + nobles, that it was with difficulty they could preserve due order of + march. The young dame in question was about seventeen; her face was oval + in form, with features of the utmost delicacy and regularity. Her + complexion was fair and pale, and contrasted strikingly with her jetty + brows and magnificent black eyes, of oriental size, tenderness, and + lustre. Her dark and luxuriant tresses were confined by a cap of black + velvet faced with white satin, and ornamented with pearls. Her gown was of + white satin worked with gold, and had long open pendent sleeves, while + from her slender and marble neck hung a cordeliere—a species of + necklace imitated from the cord worn by Franciscan friars, and formed of + crimson silk twisted with threads of Venetian gold.. + </p> + <p> + This fair creature was the Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald, daughter of Gerald + Fitzgerald, ninth Earl of Kildare, who claimed descent from the Geraldi + family of Florence; but she was generally known by the appellation of the + Fair Geraldine—a title bestowed upon her, on account of her beauty, + by the king, and by which she still lives, and will continue to live, as + long as poetry endures, in the deathless and enchanting strains of her + lover, the Earl of Surrey. At the instance of her mother, Lady Kildare, + the Fair Geraldine was brought up with the Princess Mary, afterwards Queen + of England; but she had been lately assigned by the royal order as one of + the attendants—a post equivalent to that of maid of honour—to + Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + Her companion was the Lady Mary Howard, the sister of the Earl of Surrey, + a nymph about her own age, and possessed of great personal attractions, + having nobly-formed features, radiant blue eyes, light tresses, and a + complexion of dazzling clearness. Lady Mary Howard nourished a passion for + the Duke of Richmond, whom she saw with secret chagrin captivated by the + superior charms of the Fair Geraldine. Her uneasiness, however, was in + some degree abated by the knowledge, which as confidante of the latter she + had obtained, that her brother was master of her heart. Lady Mary was + dressed in blue velvet, cut and lined with cloth of gold, and wore a + headgear of white velvet, ornamented with pearls. + </p> + <p> + Just as the cavalcade came in sight of Datchet Bridge, the Duke of + Richmond turned his horse's head, and rode up to the side of the chariot + on which the Fair Geraldine was sitting. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to tell you of a marvellous adventure that befell Surrey in the + Home Park at Windsor last night,” he said. “He declares he has seen the + demon hunter, Herne.” + </p> + <p> + “Then pray let the Earl of Surrey relate the adventure to us himself,” + replied the Fair Geraldine. “No one can tell a story so well as the hero + of it.” + </p> + <p> + The duke signed to the youthful earl, who was glancing rather wistfully at + them, and he immediately joined them, while Richmond passed over to the + Lady Mary Howard. Surrey then proceeded to relate what had happened to him + in the park, and the fair Geraldine listened to his recital with + breathless interest. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven shield us from evil spirits!” she exclaimed, crossing herself. + “But what is the history of this wicked hunter, my lord? and why did he + incur such a dreadful doom?” + </p> + <p> + “I know nothing more than that he was a keeper in the forest, who, having + committed some heinous crime, hanged himself from a branch of the oak + beneath which I found the keeper, Morgan Fenwolf, and which still bears + his name,” replied the earl. “For this unrighteous act he cannot obtain + rest, but is condemned to wander through the forest at midnight, where he + wreaks his vengeance in blasting the trees.” + </p> + <p> + “The legend I have heard differs from yours,” observed the Duke of + Richmond: “it runs that the spirit by which the forest is haunted is a + wood-demon, who assumes the shape of the ghostly hunter, and seeks to + tempt or terrify the keepers to sell their souls to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace's legend is the better of the two,” said Lady Mary Howard, “or + rather, I should say, the more probable. I trust the evil spirit did not + make you any such offer, brother of Surrey?” + </p> + <p> + The earl gravely shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “If I were to meet him, and he offered me my heart's dearest wish, I fear + he would prevail with me,” observed the duke, glancing tenderly at the + Fair Geraldine. + </p> + <p> + “Tush!—the subject is too serious for jesting, Richmond,” said + Surrey almost sternly. + </p> + <p> + “His grace, as is usual in compacts with the fiend, might have reason to + rue his bargain,” observed Lady Mary Howard peevishly. + </p> + <p> + “If the Earl of Surrey were my brother,” remarked the Fair Geraldine to + the Lady Mary, “I would interdict him from roaming in the park after + nightfall.” + </p> + <p> + “He is very wilful,” said Lady Mary, smiling, “and holds my commands but + lightly.” + </p> + <p> + “Let the Fair Geraldine lay hers upon me, and she shall not have to + reproach me with disobedience,” rejoined the earl. + </p> + <p> + “I must interpose to prevent their utterance,” cried Richmond, with a + somewhat jealous look at his friend, “for I have determined to know more + of this mystery, and shall require the earl's assistance to unravel it. I + think I remember Morgan Fenwolf, the keeper, and will send for him to the + castle, and question him. But in any case, I and Surrey will visit Herne's + Oak to-night.” + </p> + <p> + The remonstrances of both ladies were interrupted by the sudden appearance + of Will Sommers. + </p> + <p> + “What ho! my lords—to your places! to your places!” cried the + jester, in a shrill angry voice. “See ye not we are close upon Datchet + Bridge? Ye can converse with these fair dames at a more fitting season; + but it is the king's pleasure that the cavalcade should make a goodly + show. To your places, I say!” + </p> + <p> + Laughing at the jester's peremptory injunction, the two young nobles + nevertheless obeyed it, and, bending almost to the saddle-bow to the + ladies, resumed their posts. + </p> + <p> + The concourse assembled on Datchet Bridge welcomed Anne Boleyn's arrival + with loud acclamations, while joyous strains proceeded from sackbut and + psaltery, and echoing blasts from the trumpets. Caps were flung into the + air, and a piece of ordnance was fired from the barge, which was presently + afterwards answered by the castle guns. Having paid his homage to Anne + Boleyn, the mayor rejoined the company of bailiffs and burgesses, and the + whole cavalcade crossed the bridge, winding their way slowly along the + banks of the river, the barge, with the minstrels playing in it, + accompanying them the while. In this way they reached Windsor; and as Anne + Boleyn gazed up at the lordly castle above which the royal standard now + floated, proud and aspiring thoughts swelled her heart, and she longed for + the hour when she should approach it as its mistress. Just then her eye + chanced on Sir Thomas Wyat, who was riding behind her amongst the knights, + and she felt, though it might cost her a struggle, that love would yield + to ambition. + </p> + <p> + Leaving the barge and its occupants to await the king's arrival, the + cavalcade ascended Thames Street, and were welcomed everywhere with + acclamations and rejoicing. Bryan Bowntance, who had stationed himself on + the right of the arch in front of his house, attempted to address Anne + Boleyn, but could not bring forth a word. His failure, how ever, was more + successful than his speech might have been, inasmuch as it excited + abundance of merriment. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the area in front of the lower gateway, Anne Boleyn's litter + was drawn up in the midst of it, and the whole of the cavalcade grouping + around her, presented a magnificent sight to the archers and arquebusiers + stationed on the towers and walls. + </p> + <p> + Just at this moment a signal gun was heard from Datchet Bridge, announcing + that the king had reached it, and the Dukes of Suffolk, Norfolk, and + Richmond, together with the Earl of Surrey, Sir Thomas Wyat, and a few of + their gentle men, rode back to meet him. They had scarcely, however, + reached the foot of the hill when the royal party appeared in view, for + the king with his characteristic impatience, on drawing near the castle, + had urged his attendants quickly forward. + </p> + <p> + First came half a dozen trumpeters, with silken bandrols fluttering in the + breeze, blowing loud flourishes. Then a party of halberdiers, whose + leaders had pennons streaming from the tops of their tall pikes. Next came + two gentlemen ushers bareheaded, but mounted and richly habited, belonging + to the Cardinal of York, who cried out as they pressed forward, “On + before, my masters, on before!—make way for my lord's grace.” + </p> + <p> + Then came a sergeant-of-arms bearing a great mace of silver, and two + gentlemen carrying each a pillar of silver. Next rode a gentleman carrying + the cardinal's hat, and after him came Wolsey himself, mounted on a mule + trapped in crimson velvet, with a saddle covered with the same stuff, and + gilt stirrups. His large person was arrayed in robes of the finest crimson + satin engrained, and a silk cap of the same colour contrasted by its + brightness with the pale purple tint of his sullen, morose, and bloated + features. The cardinal took no notice of the clamour around him, but now + and then, when an expression of dislike was uttered against him, for he + had already begun to be unpopular with the people, he would raise his eyes + and direct a withering glance at the hardy speaker. But these expressions + were few, for, though tottering, Wolsey was yet too formidable to be + insulted with impunity. On either side of him were two mounted attend + ants, each caring a gilt poleaxe, who, if he had given the word, would + have instantly chastised the insolence of the bystanders, while behind him + rode his two cross-bearers upon homes trapped in scarlet. + </p> + <p> + Wolsey's princely retinue was followed by a litter of crimson velvet, in + which lay the pope's legate, Cardinal Campeggio, whose infirmities were so + great that he could not move without assistance. Campeggio was likewise + attended by a numerous train. + </p> + <p> + After a long line of lords, knights, and esquires, came Henry the Eighth. + He was apparelled in a robe of crimson velvet furred with ermines, and + wore a doublet of raised gold, the placard of which was embroidered with + diamonds, rubies, emeralds, large pearls, and other precious stones. About + his neck was a baldric of balas rubies, and over his robe he wore the + collar of the Order of the Garter. His horse, a charger of the largest + size, and well able to sustain his vast weight, was trapped in crimson + velvet, purfled with ermines. His knights and esquires were clothed in + purple velvet, and his henchmen in scarlet tunics of the same make as + those worn by the warders of the Tower at the present day. + </p> + <p> + Henry was in his thirty-eighth year, and though somewhat overgrown and + heavy, had lost none of his activity, and but little of the grace of his + noble proportions. His size and breadth of limb were well displayed in his + magnificent habiliment. His countenance was handsome and manly, with a + certain broad burly look, thoroughly English in its character, which won + him much admiration from his subjects; and though it might be objected + that the eyes were too small, and the mouth somewhat too diminutive, it + could not be denied that the general expression of the face was kingly in + the extreme. A prince of a more “royal presence” than Henry the Eighth was + never seen, and though he had many and grave faults, want of dignity was + not amongst the number. + </p> + <p> + Henry entered Windsor amid the acclamations of the spectators, the + fanfares of trumpeters, and the roar of ordnance from the castle walls. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Anne Boleyn, having descended from her litter, which passed + through the gate into the lower ward, stood with her ladies beneath the + canopy awaiting his arrival. + </p> + <p> + A wide clear space was preserved before her, into which, however, Wolsey + penetrated, and, dismounting, placed himself so that he could witness the + meeting between her and the king. Behind him stood the jester, Will + Sommers, who was equally curious with himself. The litter of Cardinal + Campeggio passed through the gateway and proceeded to the lodgings + reserved for his eminence. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had Wolsey taken up his station than Henry rode up, and, + alighting, consigned his horse to a page, and, followed by the Duke of + Richmond and the Earl of Surrey, advanced towards Anne Boleyn, who + immediately stepped forward to meet him. + </p> + <p> + “Fair mistress,” he said, taking her hand, and regarding her with a look + of passionate devotion, “I welcome you to this my castle of Windsor, and + trust soon to make you as absolute mistress of it as I am lord and + master.” + </p> + <p> + Anne Boleyn blushed, and cast down her eyes, and Sir Thomas Wyat, who + stood at some little distance with his hand upon his saddle, regarding + her, felt that any hopes he might have entertained were utterly + annihilated. + </p> + <p> + “Heard you that, my lord cardinal?” said Will Sommers to Wolsey. “She will + soon be mistress here. As she comes in, you go out—mind that!” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal made no answer further than was conveyed by the deepened + colour of his cheeks. + </p> + <p> + Amid continued fanfares and acclamations, Harry then led Anne Boleyn + through the gateway, followed by the ladies in waiting, who were joined by + Richmond and Surrey. The prelate, chancellor, register, black rod, and + other officers of the Garter, together with the whole of the royal retinue + who had dismounted, came after them. A vast concourse of spectators, + extending almost as far as the Lieutenant's Tower, was collected in front + of the alms-knights' houses; but a wide space had been kept clear by the + henchmen for the passage of the sovereign and his train, and along this + Henry proceeded with Anne Boleyn, in the direction of the upper ward. Just + as he reached the Norman Tower, and passed the entrance to the keep, the + Duke of Shoreditch, who was standing beneath the gateway, advanced towards + him and prostrated himself on one knee. + </p> + <p> + “May it please your majesty,” said Shoreditch, “I last night arrested a + butcher of Windsor for uttering words highly disrespectful of your + highness, and of the fair and virtuous lady by your side.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! God's death!” exclaimed the king. “Where is the traitor? Bring him + before us.” + </p> + <p> + “He is here,” replied Shoreditch. + </p> + <p> + And immediately Mark Fytton was brought forward by a couple of + halberdiers. He still preserved his undaunted demeanour, and gazed sternly + at the king. + </p> + <p> + “So, fellow, thou hast dared to speak disrespectfully of us—ha!” + cried Henry. + </p> + <p> + “I have spoken the truth,” replied the butcher fearlessly. “I have said + you were about to divorce your lawful consort, Catherine of Arragon, and + to take the minion, Anne Boleyn, who stands beside you, to your bed. And I + added, it was a wrongful act.” + </p> + <p> + “Foul befall thy lying tongue for saying so!” replied Henry furiously. “I + have a mind to pluck it from thy throat, and cast it to the dogs. What ho! + guards, take this caitiff to the summit of the highest tower of the castle—the + Curfew Tower—and hang him from it, so that all my loyal subjects in + Windsor may see how traitors are served.” + </p> + <p> + “Your highness has judged him justly,” said Anne Boleyn. “You say so now, + Mistress Anne Boleyn,” rejoined the butcher; “but you yourself shall one + day stand in as much peril of your life as I do, and shall plead as vainly + as I should, were I to plead at all, which I will never do to this + inexorable tyrant. You will then remember my end.” + </p> + <p> + “Away with him!” cried Henry. “I myself will go to the Garter Tower to see + it done. Farewell for a short while, sweetheart. I will read these + partisans of Catherine a terrible lesson.” + </p> + <p> + As the butcher was hurried off to the Curfew Tower, the king proceeded + with his attendants to the Garter Tower, and ascended to its summit. + </p> + <p> + In less than ten minutes a stout pole, like the mast of a ship, was thrust + through the battlements of the Curfew Tower, on the side looking towards + the town. To this pole a rope, of some dozen feet in length, and having a + noose at one end, was firmly secured. The butcher was then brought forth, + bound hand and foot, and the noose was thrown over his neck. + </p> + <p> + While this was passing, the wretched man descried a person looking at him + from a window in a wooden structure projecting from the side of the tower. + </p> + <p> + “What, are you there, Morgan Fenwolf?” he cried. “Remember what passed + between us in the dungeon last night, and be warned! You will not meet + your end as firmly as I meet mine?” + </p> + <p> + “Make thy shrift quickly, fellow, if thou hast aught to say,” interposed + one of the halberdiers. + </p> + <p> + “I have no shrift to make,” rejoined the butcher. “I have already settled + my account with Heaven. God preserve Queen Catherine!” + </p> + <p> + As he uttered these words, he was thrust off from the battlements by the + halberdiers, and his body swung into the abyss amid the hootings and + execrations of the spectators below. + </p> + <p> + Having glutted his eyes with the horrible sight, Henry descended from the + tower, and returned to Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How King Henry the Eighth held a Chapter of the Garter—How + he attended Vespers and Matins in Saint George's Chapel—And + how he feasted with the Knights—Companions in Saint + George's Hall. +</pre> + <p> + From a balcony overlooking the upper ward, Anne Boleyn beheld the king's + approach on his return from the Garter Tower, and waving her hand + smilingly to him, she withdrew into the presence-chamber. Hastening to + her, Henry found her surrounded by her ladies of honour, by the chief of + the nobles and knights who had composed her train from Hampton Court, and + by the Cardinals Wolsey and Campeggio; and having exchanged a few words + with her, he took her hand, and led her to the upper part of the chamber, + where two chairs of state were set beneath a canopy of crimson velvet + embroidered with the royal arms, and placed her in the seat hitherto + allotted to Catherine of Arragon. A smile of triumph irradiated Anne's + lovely countenance at this mark of distinction, nor was her satisfaction + diminished as Henry turned to address the assemblage. + </p> + <p> + “My lords,” he said, “ye are right well aware of the scruples of + conscience I entertain in regard to my marriage with my brother's widow, + Catherine of Arragon. The more I weigh the matter, the more convinced am I + of its unlawfulness; and were it possible to blind myself to my sinful + condition, the preachers, who openly rebuke me from the pulpit, would take + care to remind me of it. Misunderstand me not, my lords. I have no ground + of complaint against the queen. Far otherwise. She is a lady of most + excellent character—full of devotion, loyalty, nobility, and + gentleness. And if I could divest myself of my misgivings, so far from + seeking to put her from me, I should cherish her with the greatest + tenderness. Ye may marvel that I have delayed the divorce thus long. But + it is only of late that my eyes have been opened; and the step was hard to + take. Old affections clung to me—old chains restrained me—nor + could I, without compunction, separate myself from one who has ever been + to me a virtuous and devoted consort.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast undergone a martyrdom, gossip,” observed Will Sommers, who had + posted himself at the foot of the canopy, near the king, “and shalt + henceforth be denominated Saint Henry.” + </p> + <p> + The gravity of the hearers might have been discomposed by this remark, but + for the stern looks of the king. + </p> + <p> + “Ye may make a jest of my scruples, my lords,” he continued, “and think I + hold them lightly; but my treatise on the subject, which has cost me much + labour and meditation, will avouch to the contrary. What would befall this + realm if my marriage were called in question after my decease? The same + trouble and confusion would ensue that followed on the death of my noble + grandfather, King Edward the Fourth. To prevent such mischance I have + resolved, most reluctantly, to put away my present queen, and to take + another consort, by whom I trust to raise up a worthy successor and + inheritor of my kingdom.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of applause followed this speech, and the two cardinals exchanged + significant glances, which were not unobserved by the king. + </p> + <p> + “I doubt not ye will all approve the choice I shall make,” he pursued, + looking fiercely at Wolsey, and taking Anne Boleyn's hand, who arose as he + turned to her. “And now, fair mistress,” he added to her, “as an earnest + of the regard I have for you, and of the honours I intend you, I hereby + create you Marchioness of Pembroke, and bestow upon you a thousand marks a + year in land, and another thousand to be paid out of my treasury to + support your dignity.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty is too generous,” replied Anne, bending the knee, and + kissing his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Not a whit, sweetheart—not a whit,” replied Henry, tenderly raising + her; “this is but a slight mark of my goodwill. Sir Thomas Boleyn,” he + added to her father, “henceforth your style and title will be that of + Viscount Rochford, and your patent will be made out at the same time as + that of your daughter, the Marchioness of Pembroke. I also elect you a + knight-companion of the most honourable Order of the Garter, and your + investiture and installation will take place to-day.” + </p> + <p> + Having received the thanks and homage of the newly-created noble, Henry + descended from the canopy, and passed into an inner room with the Lady + Anne, where a collation was prepared for them. Their slight meal over, + Anne took up her lute, and playing a lively prelude, sang two or three + French songs with so much skill and grace, that Henry, who was + passionately fond of music, was quite enraptured. Two delightful hours + having passed by, almost imperceptibly, an usher approached the king, and + whispering a few words to him, he reluctantly withdrew, and Anne retired + with her ladies to an inner apartment. + </p> + <p> + On reaching his closet, the king's attendants proceeded to array him in a + surcoat of crimson velvet, powdered with garters embroidered in silk and + gold, with the motto—boni soft qui mal y pense—wrought within + them. Over the surcoat was thrown a mantle of blue velvet with a + magnificent train, lined with white damask, and having on the left + shoulder a large garter, wrought in pearls and Venice twists, containing + the motto, and encircling the arms of Saint George—argent, a cross + gules. The royal habiliments were completed by a hood of the same stuff as + the surcoat, decorated like it with small embroidered garters, and lined + with white satin. From the king's neck was suspended the collar of the + Great George, composed of pieces of gold, fashioned like garters, the + ground of which was enamelled, and the letters gold. + </p> + <p> + While Henry was thus arrayed, the knights-companions, robed in their + mantles, hoods, and collars, entered the closet, and waiting till he was + ready, marched before him into the presence-chamber, where were assembled + the two provincial kings-at-arms, Clarenceux and Norroy, the heralds, and + pursuivants, wearing their coats-of-arms, together with the band of + pensioners, carrying gilt poleaxes, and drawn up in two lines. At the + king's approach, one of the gentlemen-ushers who carried the sword of + state, with the point resting upon the ground, delivered it to the Duke of + Richmond,—the latter having been appointed to bear it before the + king during all the proceedings of the feast. Meanwhile, the + knights-companions having drawn up on either side of the canopy, Henry + advanced with a slow and stately step towards it, his train borne by the + Earl of Surrey, Sir Thomas Wyat, and other nobles and knights. As he + ascended the canopy, and faced the assemblage, the Duke of Richmond and + the chief officers of the Order drew up a little on his right. The + knights-companions then made their salutation to him, which he returned by + removing his jewelled cap with infinite grace and dignity, and as soon as + he was again covered they put on their caps, and ranging themselves in + order, set forward to Saint George's Chapel. + </p> + <p> + Quitting the royal lodgings, and passing through the gateway of the Norman + Tower, the procession wound its way along the base of the Round Tower, the + battlements of which bristled with spearmen, as did the walls on the + right, and the summit of the Winchester Tower, and crossing the middle + ward, skirted the tomb-house, then newly erected by Wolsey, and threading + a narrow passage between it and Saint George's Chapel, entered the + north-east door of the latter structure. + </p> + <p> + Dividing, on their entrance into the chapel, into two lines, the + attendants of the knights-companions flanked either side of the north + aisle; while between them walked the alms-knights, the verger, the + prebends of the college, and the officers-of-arms, who proceeded as far as + the west door of the choir, where they stopped. A slight pause then + ensued, after which the king, the knights-companions, and the chief + officers of the Order, entered the chapter-house—a chamber situated + at the north-east corner of the chapel—leaving the Duke of Richmond, + the sword-bearer, Lard Rochford, the knight-elect, the train-bearers, and + pensioners outside. The door of the chapter-house being closed by the + black-rod, the king proceeded to the upper end of the vestments-board—as + the table was designated—where a chair, cushions, and cloth of state + were provided for him; the knights-companions, whose stalls in the choir + were on the same side as his own, seating themselves on his right, and + those whose posts were on the prince's side taking their places on the + left. The prelate and the chancellor stood at the upper end of the table; + the Garter and register at the foot; while the door was kept by the + black-rod. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the king and the knights were seated, intimation was given by + an usher to the black-rod that the newly elected knight, Lord Rochford, + was without. The intelligence being communicated to the king, he ordered + the Dukes of Suffolk and Norfolk to bring him into his presence. The + injunction was obeyed, and the knight-elect presently made his appearance, + the Garter marching before him to the king. Bowing reverently to the + sovereign, Rochford, in a brief speech, expressed his gratitude for the + signal honour conferred upon him, and at its close set his left foot upon + a gilt stool, placed for him by the Garter, who pronounced the following + admonition:—“My good lord, the loving company of the Order of the + Garter have received you as their brother and fellow. In token whereof, + they give you this garter, which God grant you may receive and wear from + henceforth to His praise and glory, and to the exaltation and honour of + the noble Order and yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the garter was girded on the leg of the newly-elected knight, + and buckled by the Duke of Suffolk. This done, he knelt before the king, + who hung a gold chain, with the image of Saint George attached to it, + about his neck, while another admonition was pronounced by the chancellor. + Rochford then arose, bowed to the monarch, to the knights-companions, who + returned his salutations, and the investiture was complete. + </p> + <p> + Other affairs of the chapter were next discussed. Certain officers + nominated since the last meeting, were sworn; letters from absent + knights-companions, praying to be excused from attendance, were read—and + their pleas, except in the instance of Sir Thomas Cheney, allowed. After + reading the excuse of the latter, Henry uttered an angry oath, declaring + he would deprive him of his vote in the chapter-house, banish him from his + stall, and mulct him a hundred marks, to be paid at Saint George's altar, + when Will Sommers, who was permitted to be present, whispered in his ear + that the offender was kept away by the devices of Wolsey, because he was + known to be friendly to the divorce, and to the interests of the lady + Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Aha! by Saint Mary, is it so?” exclaimed Henry, knitting his brows. “This + shall be looked into. I have hanged a butcher just now. Let the butcher's + son take warning by his fate. He has bearded me long enough. See that Sir + Thomas Cheney be sent for with all despatch. I will hear the truth from + his own lips.” + </p> + <p> + He then arose, and quitting the chapter-house, proceeded with the + knights-companions to the choir—the roof and walls of the sacred + structure resounding with the solemn notes of the organ as they traversed + the aisle. The first to enter the choir were the alms-knights, who passed + through the door in a body, and making low obeisances toward the altar and + the royal stall, divided into two lines. They were succeeded by the + prebends of the College, who, making similar obeisances, stationed + themselves in front of the benches before the stalls of the + knights-companions. Next followed the pursuivants, heralds, and provincial + kings-of-arms, making like reverences, and ranging themselves with the + alms-knights. Then came the knights-companions, who performed double + reverences like the others, and took their stations under their stalls; + then came the black-rod, Garter, and register, who having gone through the + same ceremony as the others, proceeded to their form, which was placed on + the south side of the choir before the sovereign's stall; then came the + chancellor and prelate, whose form was likewise placed before the royal + stall, but nearer to it than that allotted to the other officers; and, + lastly, Henry himself, with the sword borne before him by the Duke of + Richmond, who as he approached the steps of his stall bowed reverently + towards the altar, and made another obeisance before seating himself. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the Duke of Richmond posted himself in front of the royal stall, + the Earl of Oxford, as lord chamberlain, taking his station on the king's + right, and the Earl of Surrey, as vice-chamberlain, on the left. As these + arrangements were made, the two cardinals arrived, and proceeded to the + altar. + </p> + <p> + Mass was then said, and nothing could be more striking than the appearance + of the chapel during its performance. The glorious choir with its groined + and pendent roof, its walls adorned with the richest stuffs, its + exquisitely carved stalls, above which hung the banners of the + knights-companions, together with their helmets, crests, and swords, its + sumptuously—decorated altar, glittering with costly vessels, its + pulpit hung with crimson damask interwoven with gold, the magnificent and + varied dresses of the assemblage—all these constituted a picture of + surpassing splendour. + </p> + <p> + Vespers over, the king and his train departed with the same ceremonies and + in the same order as had been observed on their entrance to the choir. + </p> + <p> + On returning to the royal lodgings, Henry proceeded to his closet, where + having divested himself of his mantle, he went in search of the Lady Anne. + He found her walking with her dames on the stately terrace at the north of + the castle, and the attendants retiring as he joined her, he was left at + full liberty for amorous converse. After pacing the terrace for some time, + he adjourned with Anne to her own apartments, where he remained till + summoned to supper with the knights-companions in Saint George's Hall. + </p> + <p> + The next morning betimes, it being the day of the Patron Saint of the + Order of the Garter, a numerous cavalcade assembled in the upper ward of + the castle, to conduct the king to hear matins in Saint George's Chapel. + In order to render the sight as imposing as possible, Henry had arranged + that the procession should take place on horseback, and the whole of the + retinue were accordingly mounted. The large quadrangle was filled with + steeds and their attendants, and the castle walls resounded with the + fanfares of trumpets and the beating of kettledrums. The most attractive + feature of the procession in the eyes of the beholders was the Lady Anne, + who, mounted on a snow-white palfrey richly trapped, rode on the right of + the king. She was dressed in a rich gown of raised cloth of gold; and had + a coronet of black velvet, decorated with orient pearls, on her head. + Never had she looked so lovely as on this occasion, and the king's passion + increased as he gazed upon her. Henry himself was more sumptuously attired + than on the preceding day. He wore a robe of purple velvet, made somewhat + like a frock, embroidered with flat damask gold, and small lace + intermixed. His doublet was very curiously embroidered, the sleeves and + breast being lined with cloth of gold, and fastened with great buttons of + diamonds and rubies. His sword and girdle were adorned with magnificent + emeralds, and his bonnet glistened with precious stones. His charger was + trapped in cloth of gold, traversed lattice-wise, square, embroidered with + gold damask, pearled on every side, and having buckles and pendants of + fine gold. By his side ran ten footmen, richly attired in velvet and + goldsmith's work. They were followed by the pages of honour, mounted on + great horses, trapped in crimson velvet embroidered with new devices and + knots of gold. + </p> + <p> + In this state Henry and his favourite proceeded to the great western door + of Saint George's Chapel. Here twelve gentlemen of the privy-chamber + attended with a canopy of cloth of gold, which they bore over the king's + bead, and that of the Lady Anne, as she walked beside him to the entrance + of the choir, where they separated—he proceeding to his stall, and + she to a closet at the north-east corner of the choir over the altar, + while her ladies repaired to one adjoining it. + </p> + <p> + Matins then commenced, and at the appointed part of the service the dean + of the college took a silver box, containing the heart of Saint George, + bestowed upon King Henry the Fifth by the Emperor Sigismund, and after + incense had been shed upon it by one of the canons, presented it to the + king and the knights-companions to kiss. + </p> + <p> + After the offertory, a carpet was spread on the steps before the altar, + the alms-knights, pursuivants, and heralds stationing themselves on either + side of it. The Garter then descended from his seat, and waving his rod, + the knights-companions descended likewise, but remained before their + stalls. The black-rod next descended, and proceeding towards the altar, a + groom of the wardrobe brought him a small carpet of cloth of gold, and a + cushion of the same stuff, which were placed on the larger carpet, the + cushion being set on the head of the steps. Taking a large gilt bason to + receive the offerings, the prelate stationed himself with one of the + prebends in the midst of the altar. The king then rose from his stall, and + making a reverence as before, proceeded to the altar, attended by the + Garter, register, and chancellor, together with the Duke of Richmond + bearing the sword; and having reached the upper step, prostrated himself + on the cushion, while the black-rod bending the knee delivered a chain of + gold, intended afterwards to be redeemed, to the Duke of Suffolk, who was + appointed to make the royal offering, and who placed it in the bason held + by the prelate. This ceremony over, the king got up, and with similar + reverences returned to his stall. Then the two provincial kings, + Clarenceux and Norroy, proceeded along the choir, and making due + reverences to the altar and the sovereign, bowed to the two senior + knights; who thereupon advanced towards the altar, and kneeling down, made + their offering. The other imitated their example, coming forward according + to their seniority. + </p> + <p> + The service ended, the officers and knights-companions quitted the chapel + in the same order they had entered it, the king being received under the + canopy at the door of the choir, and passing through the west entrance of + the chapel, where he waited for the Lady Anne. On her arrival they both + mounted their steeds, and rode up to the royal lodgings amid flourishes of + trumpets and acclamations. Dismounting at the great gate, Henry proceeded + to the presence-chamber, where the knights-companions had assembled, and + having received their salutations, retired to his closet. Here he remained + in deep consultation with the Duke of Suffolk for some hours, when it + having been announced to him that the first course of the banquet was + served, he came forth, and proceeded to the presence-chamber, where he + greeted the knights-companions, who were there assembled, and who + immediately put themselves in order of procession. After this, the + alms-knights, prebends, and officers-of-arms passed on through the + guard-chamber into Saint George's Hall. They were followed by the + knights-companions, who drew up in double file, the seniors taking the + uppermost place; and through these lines the king passed, his train borne + up as before, until reaching the table set apart for him beneath a canopy, + he turned round and received the knights' reverences. The Earl of Oxford, + as vice-chamberlain, then brought him a ewer containing water, the Earl of + Surrey a bason, and Lord Rochford a napkin. Henry having performed his + ablutions, grace was said by the prelate, after which the king seated + himself beneath the canopy in an ancient chair with a curiously carved + back representing the exploit of Saint George, which had once belonged to + the founder, King Edward the Third, and called up the two cardinals, who + by this time had entered the hall, and who remained standing beside him, + one on either hand, during the repast. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the king was seated, the knights-companions put on their caps, + and retired to the table prepared for them on the right side of the hall, + where they seated themselves according to their degree—the Duke of + Richmond occupying the first place, the Duke of Suffolk the second, and + the Duke of Norfolk the third. On the opposite side of the hall was a long + beaufet covered with flasks of wine, meats, and dishes, for the service of + the knights' table. Before this stood the attendants, near whom were drawn + up two lines of pensioners bearing the second course on great gilt dishes, + and headed by the sewer. In front of the sewer were the treasurer and + comptroller of the household, each bearing a white wand; next them stood + the officers-of-arms in two lines, headed by the Garter. The bottom of the + hall was thronged with yeomen of the guard, halberdiers, and henchmen. In + a gallery at the lower end were stationed a band of minstrels, and near + them sat the Lady Anne and her dames to view the proceedings. + </p> + <p> + The appearance of the hall during the banquet was magnificent, the upper + part being hung with arras representing the legend of Saint George, placed + there by Henry the Sixth, and the walls behind the knights-companions + adorned with other tapestries and rich stuffs. The tables groaned with the + weight of dishes, some of which may be enumerated for the benefit of + modern gastronomers. There were Georges on horseback, chickens in brewis, + cygnets, capons of high grease, carpes of venison, herons, calvered + salmon, custards planted with garters, tarts closed with arms, godwits, + peafowl, halibut engrailed, porpoise in armour, pickled mullets, perch in + foyle, venison pasties, hypocras jelly, and mainemy royal. + </p> + <p> + Before the second course was served, the Garter, followed by Clarenceux + and Norroy, together with the heralds and pursuivants, advanced towards + the sovereign's canopy, and cried thrice in a loud voice, “Largesse!” + </p> + <p> + Upon this, all the knights-companions arose and took off their caps. The + Garter then proceeded to proclaim the king's titles in Latin and French, + and lastly in English, as follows:—“Of the most high, most + excellent, and most mighty monarch, Henry the Eighth, by the grace of God + King of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, and Sovereign + of the most noble Order of the Garter.” + </p> + <p> + This proclamation made, the treasurer of the household put ten golden + marks into the Garter's cap, who making a reverence to the sovereign, + retired from the hall with his followers. + </p> + <p> + “Come, my lord legate,” said Henry, when this ceremony was at an end, “we + will drink to my future queen. What ho! wine!” he added to the Earl of + Surrey, who officiated as cup-bearer. + </p> + <p> + “Your highness is not yet divorced from your present consort,” replied + Campeggio. “If it please you, I should prefer drinking the health of + Catherine of Arragon.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, as your eminence pleases,” replied the king, taking the goblet from + the hand of Surrey; “I shall not constrain you.” + </p> + <p> + And looking towards the gallery, he fixed his eyes on the Lady Anne and + drained the cup to the last drop. + </p> + <p> + “Would it were poison,” muttered Sir Thomas Wyat, who stood behind the + Earl of Surrey, and witnessed what was passing. + </p> + <p> + “Give not thy treasonable thoughts vent, gossip,” said Will Sommers, who + formed one of the group near the royal table, “or it may chance that some + one less friendly disposed towards thee than myself may overhear them. I + tell thee, the Lady Anne is lost to thee for ever. Think'st thou aught of + womankind would hesitate between a simple knight and a king? My lord + duke,” he added sharply to Richmond, who was looking round at him, “you + would rather be in yonder gallery than here.” + </p> + <p> + “Why so, knave?” asked the duke. + </p> + <p> + “Because the Fair Geraldine is there,” replied the jester. “And yet your + grace is not the person she would most desire to have with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Whom would she prefer?” inquired the duke angrily. + </p> + <p> + The jester nodded at Surrey, and laughed maliciously. + </p> + <p> + “You heard the health given by the king just now, my lord,” observed the + Duke of Suffolk to his neighbour the Duke of Norfolk; “it was a shrewd + hint to the lord legate which way his judgment should decline. Your niece + will assuredly be Queen of England.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not note what was said, my lord,” replied Norfolk; “I pray you + repeat it to me.” + </p> + <p> + Suffolk complied, and they continued in close debate until the termination + of the banquet, when the king, having saluted the company, returned to the + presence-chamber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Ghostly Chase beheld by the Earl of Surrey and the + Duke of Richmond in Windsor Forest. +</pre> + <p> + On that same night, and just as the castle clock was on the stroke of + twelve, the Earl of Surrey and the Duke of Richmond issued from the upper + gate, and took their way towards Herne's Oak. The moon was shining + brightly, and its beams silvered the foliage of the noble trees with which + the park was studded. The youthful friends soon reached the blasted tree; + but nothing was to be seen near it, and all looked so tranquil, so free + from malignant influence, that the Duke of Richmond could not help + laughing at his companion, telling him that the supposed vision must have + been the offspring of his over-excited fancy. Angry at being thus doubted, + the earl walked off, and plunged into the haunted dell. The duke followed, + but though they paused for some time beneath the gnarled oak-tree, the + spirit did not appear. + </p> + <p> + “And thus ends the adventure of Herne the Hunter!” laughed the duke, as + they emerged from the brake. “By my halidom, Surrey, I am grievously + disappointed. You must have mistaken some large stag, caught by its + antlers in the branches of the oak-tree, for the demon.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you precisely what occurred,” replied Surrey angrily. “Ha! + there he is—look! look!” + </p> + <p> + And he pointed to a weird figure, mounted on a steed as weird-looking as + itself, galloping through the trees with extraordinary swiftness, at a + little distance from them. This ghostly rider wore the antlered helmet + described by Surrey, and seemed to be habited in a garb of deer-skins. + Before him flew a large owl, and a couple of great black dogs ran beside + him. Staring in speechless wonder at the sight, the two youths watched the + mysterious being scour a glade brightly illumined by the moon, until, + reaching the pales marking the confines of the Home Park, he leaped them + and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “What think you of that?” cried Surrey, as soon as he had recovered from + his surprise, glancing triumphantly at the duke. “Was that the offspring + of my fancy?” + </p> + <p> + “It was a marvellous sight, truly!” exclaimed Richmond. “Would we had our + steeds to follow him.” + </p> + <p> + “We can follow him on foot,” replied the earl—“he is evidently gone + into the forest.” + </p> + <p> + And they set off at a quick pace in the direction taken by the ghostly + rider. Clambering the park pales, they crossed the road leading to Old + Windsor, and entered that part of the forest which, in more recent times, + has been enclosed and allotted to the grounds of Frogmore. Tracking a long + vista, they came to a thick dell, overgrown with large oaks, at the bottom + of which lay a small pool. Fleeter than his companion, and therefore + somewhat in advance of him, the Earl of Surrey, as he approached this + dell, perceived the spectral huntsman and his dogs standing at the edge of + the water. The earl instantly shouted to him, and the horseman turning his + head, shook his hand menacingly, while the hounds glared fiercely at the + intruder, and displayed their fangs, but did not bark. As Surrey, however, + despite this caution, continued to advance, the huntsman took a strangely + shaped horn that hung by his side, and placing it to his lips, flames and + thick smoke presently issued from it, and before the vapour had cleared + off, he and his dogs had disappeared.. The witnesses of this marvellous + spectacle crossed themselves reverently, and descended to the brink of the + pool; but the numerous footprints of deer, that came there to drink, + prevented them from distinguishing any marks of the steed of the ghostly + hunter. + </p> + <p> + “Shall we return, Surrey?” asked the duke. + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied the earl. “I am persuaded we shall see the mysterious + huntsman again. You can return, if you think proper. I will go on.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I will not leave you,” rejoined Richmond. + </p> + <p> + And they set off again at the same quick pace as before. Mounting a hill + covered with noble beeches and elms, a magnificent view of the castle + burst upon them, towering over the groves they had tracked, and looking + almost like the work of enchantment. Charmed with the view, the young men + continued to contemplate it for some time. They then struck off on the + right, and ascended still higher, until they came to a beautiful grove of + beeches cresting the hill where the equestrian statue of George the Third + is now placed. Skirting this grove, they disturbed a herd of deer, which + started up, and darted into the valley below. + </p> + <p> + At the foot of two fine beech-trees lay another small pool, and Surrey + almost expected to see the spectral huntsman beside it. + </p> + <p> + From this spot they could discern the whole of the valley beyond, and they + scanned it in the hope of perceiving the object of their search. Though + not comparable to the view on the nearer side, the prospect was + nevertheless exceedingly beautiful. Long vistas and glades stretched out + before them, while in the far distance might be seen glittering in the + moonbeams the lake or mere which in later days has received the name of + Virginia Water. + </p> + <p> + While they were gazing at this scene, a figure habited like a keeper of + the forest suddenly emerged from the trees at the lower end of one of the + glades. Persuaded that this person had some mysterious connection with the + ghostly huntsman, the earl determined to follow him, and hastily + mentioning his suspicions and design to Richmond, he hurried down the + hill. But before he accomplished the descent, the keeper was gone. + </p> + <p> + At length, however, on looking about, they perceived him mounting the + rising ground on the left, and immediately started after him, taking care + to keep out of sight. The policy of this course was soon apparent. + Supposing himself no longer pursued, the keeper relaxed his pace, and the + others got nearer to him. + </p> + <p> + In this way both parties went on, the keeper still hurrying forward, every + now and then turning his head to see whether any one was on his track, + until he came to a road cut through the trees that brought him to the edge + of a descent leading to the lake. Just at this moment a cloud passed over + the moon, burying all in comparative obscurity. The watchers, however, + could perceive the keeper approach an ancient beech-tree of enormous + growth, and strike it thrice with the short hunting-spear which he held in + his grasp. + </p> + <p> + The signal remaining unanswered, he quitted the tree, and shaped his + course along the side of a hill on the right. Keeping under the shelter of + the thicket on the top of the same hill, Surrey and Richmond followed, and + saw him direct his steps towards another beech-tree of almost double the + girth of that he had just visited. Arrived at this mighty tree, he struck + it with his spear, while a large owl, seated on a leafless branch, began + to hoot; a bat circled the tree; and two large snakes, glistening in the + moonlight, glided from its roots. As the tree was stricken for the third + time, the same weird figure that the watchers had seen ride along the Home + Park burst from its riften trunk, and addressed its summoner in tones + apparently menacing and imperious, but whose import was lost upon the + listeners. The curiosity of the beholders was roused to the highest pitch, + but an undefinable awe prevented them from rushing forward. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the demon hunter waved a pike with which he was armed, and + uttered a peculiar cry, resembling the hooting of an owl. At this sound, + and as if by magic, a couple of steeds, accompanied by the two hounds, + started from the brake. In an instant the demon huntsman vaulted upon the + hack of the horse nearest to him, and the keeper almost as quickly mounted + the other. The pair then galloped off through the glen, the owl flying + before them, and the hounds coursing by their side. + </p> + <p> + The two friends gazed at each other, for some time, in speechless wonder. + Taking heart, they then descended to the haunted tree, but could perceive + no traces of the strange being by whom it had been recently tenanted. + After a while they retraced their course towards the castle, hoping they + might once more encounter the wild huntsman. Nor were they disappointed. + As they crossed a glen, a noble stag darted by. Close at its heels came + the two black hounds, and after them the riders hurrying forward at a + furious pace, their steeds appearing to breathe forth flame and smoke. + </p> + <p> + In an instant the huntsmen and hounds were gone, and the trampling of the + horses died away in the distance. Soon afterwards a low sound, like the + winding of a horn, broke upon the ear, and the listeners had no doubt that + the buck was brought down. They hurried in the direction of the sound, but + though the view was wholly unobstructed for a considerable distance, they + could see nothing either of horsemen, hounds, or deer. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How the Fair Geraldine bestowed a Relic upon her Lover—How + Surrey and Richmond rode in the Forest at Midnight—And + where they found the Body of Mark Fytton, the Butcher. +</pre> + <p> + Surrey and Richmond agreed to say nothing for the present of their + mysterious adventure in the forest; but their haggard looks, as they + presented themselves to the Lady Anne Boleyn in the reception-chamber on + the following morning, proclaimed that something had happened, and they + had to undergo much questioning from the Fair Geraldine and the Lady Mary + Howard. + </p> + <p> + “I never saw you so out of spirits, my lord,” remarked the Fair Geraldine + to Surrey; “you must have spent the whole night in study—or what is + more probable, you have again seen Herne the Hunter. Confess now, you have + been in the forest.” + </p> + <p> + “I will confess anything you please,” replied Surrey evasively. + </p> + <p> + “And what have you seen?—a stranger vision than the first?” rejoined + the Fair Geraldine. + </p> + <p> + “Since your ladyship answers for me, there is no need for explanation on + my part,” rejoined Surrey, with a faint laugh. “And know you not, that + those who encounter super natural beings are generally bound to profound + secrecy?” + </p> + <p> + “Such, I hope, is not your case, Henry?” cried the Lady Mary Howard, in + alarm;—“nor yours, my lord?” she added to the Duke of Richmond. + </p> + <p> + “I am bound equally with Surrey,” returned the duke mysteriously + </p> + <p> + “You pique my curiosity, my lords,” said the Fair Geraldine; “and since + there is no other way of gratifying it, if the Lady Mary Howard will + accompany me, we will ourselves venture into the forest, and try whether + we cannot have a meeting with this wild huntsman. Shall we go to-night? + </p> + <p> + “Not for worlds,” replied the Lady Mary, shuddering; “were I to see Herne, + I should die of fright.” + </p> + <p> + “Your alarm is groundless,” observed Richmond gallantly. “The presence of + two beings, fair and pure as yourself and the Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald, + would scare away aught of evil.” + </p> + <p> + The Lady Mary thanked him with a beaming smile, but the Fair Geraldine + could not suppress a slight laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Your grace is highly flattering,” she said. “But, with all faith in + beauty and purity, I should place most reliance in a relic I possess—the + virtue of which has often been approved against evil spirits. It was given + by a monk—who had been sorely tempted by a demon, and who owed his + deliverance to it—to my ancestor, Luigi Geraldi of Florence; and + from him it descended to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Would I had an opportunity of proving its efficacy!” exclaimed the Earl + of Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “You shall prove it, if you choose,” rejoined the Fair Geraldine. “I will + give you the relic on condition that you never part with it to friend or + foe.” + </p> + <p> + And detaching a small cross of gold, suspended by a chain from her neck, + she presented it to the Earl of Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “This cross encloses the relic,” she continued; “wear it, and may it + protect you from all ill!” + </p> + <p> + Surrey's pale cheek glowed as he took the gift. “I will never past with it + but with life,” he cried, pressing the cross to his lips, and afterwards + placing it next his heart. + </p> + <p> + “I would have given half my dukedom to be so favoured,” said Richmond + moodily. + </p> + <p> + And quitting the little group, he walked towards the Lady Anne. “Henry,” + said the Lady Mary, taking her brother aside, “you will lose your friend.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not,” replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “But you may incur his enmity,” pursued the Lady Mary. “I saw the glance + he threw at you just now, and it was exactly like the king's terrible look + when offended.” + </p> + <p> + “Again I say I care not,” replied Surrey. “Armed with this relic, I defy + all hostility.” + </p> + <p> + “It will avail little against Richmond's rivalry and opposition,” rejoined + his sister. + </p> + <p> + “We shall see,” retorted Surrey. “Were the king himself my rival, I would + not resign my pretensions to the Fair Geraldine.” + </p> + <p> + “Bravely resolved, my lord,” said Sir Thomas Wyat, who, having overheard + the exclamation, advanced towards him. “Heaven grant you may never be + placed in such jeopardy!” + </p> + <p> + “I say amen to that prayer, Sir Thomas,” rejoined Surrey “I would not + prove disloyal, and yet under such circumstances—” + </p> + <p> + “What would you do?” interrupted Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “My brother is but a hasty boy, and has not learned discretion, Sir + Thomas,” interposed the Lady Mary, trying by a significant glance to + impose silence on the earl. + </p> + <p> + “Young as he is, he loves well and truly,” remarked Wyat, in a sombre + tone. + </p> + <p> + “What is all this?” inquired the Fair Geraldine, who had been gazing + through the casement into the court below. + </p> + <p> + “I was merely expressing a wish that Surrey may never have a monarch for a + rival, fair lady,” replied Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “It matters little who may be his rival,” rejoined Geraldine, “provided + she he loves be constant.” + </p> + <p> + “Right, lady, right,” said Wyat, with great bitterness. At this moment + Will Sommers approached them. “I come to bid you to the Lady Anne's + presence, Sir Thomas, and you to the king's, my lord of Surrey,” said the + jester. “I noticed what has just taken place,” he remarked to the latter, + as they proceeded towards the royal canopy, beneath which Henry and the + Lady Anne Boleyn were seated; “but Richmond will not relinquish her + tamely, for all that.” + </p> + <p> + Anne Boleyn had summoned Sir Thomas Wyat, in order to gratify her vanity + by showing him the unbounded influence she possessed over his royal rival; + and the half-suppressed agony displayed by the unfortunate lover at the + exhibition afforded her a pleasure such as only the most refined coquette + can feel. + </p> + <p> + Surrey was sent for by the king to receive instructions, in his quality of + vice-chamberlain, respecting a tilting-match and hunting-party to be held + on successive days—the one in the upper quadrangle of the castle, + the other in the forest. + </p> + <p> + Anxious, now that he was somewhat calmer, to avoid a rupture with + Richmond, Surrey, as soon as he had received the king's instructions, drew + near the duke; and the latter, who had likewise reasoned himself out of + his resentment, was speedily appeased, and they became, to all appearance, + as good friends as ever. + </p> + <p> + Soon afterwards the Lady Anne and her dames retired, and the court + breaking up, the two young nobles strolled forth to the stately terrace at + the north of the castle, where, while gazing at the glorious view it + commanded, they talked over the mysterious event of the previous night. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot help suspecting that the keeper we beheld with the demon hunter + was Morgan Fenwolf,” remarked the earl. “Suppose we make inquiry whether + he was at home last night. We can readily find out his dwelling from Bryan + Bowntance, the host of the Garter.” + </p> + <p> + Richmond acquiesced in the proposal, and they accordingly proceeded to the + cloisters of Saint George's Chapel, and threading some tortuous passages + contrived among the canons' houses, passed through a small porch, guarded + by a sentinel, and opening upon a precipitous and somewhat dangerous + flight of steps, hewn out of the rock and leading to the town. + </p> + <p> + None except the more important members of the royal household were allowed + to use this means of exit from the castle, but, of course, the privilege + extended to Richmond and Surrey. Here in later times, and when the castle + was not so strictly guarded, a more convenient approach was built, and + designated, from the number of its stairs, “The Hundred Steps.” + </p> + <p> + Having accomplished the descent in safety, and given the password to the + sentinel at the foot of the steps, the two young nobles emerged into the + street, and the first object they beheld was the body of the miserable + butcher swinging from the summit of the Curfew Tower, where it was left by + order of the king. + </p> + <p> + Averting their gaze from this ghastly spectacle, they took their way up + Thames Street, and soon reached the Garter. Honest Bryan was seated on a + bench before the dwelling, with a flagon of his own ale beside him, and + rising as he saw the others approach, he made them a profound salutation. + </p> + <p> + Upon leaning what they sought, he told them that Morgan Fenwolf dwelt in a + small cottage by the river-side not far from the bridge, and if it pleased + them, he would guide them to it himself—an offer which they gladly + accepted. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know anything of this Fenwolf?” asked Surrey, as they proceeded on + their way. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing particular,” replied Bryan, with some hesitation. “There are some + strange reports about him, but I don't believe 'em.” + </p> + <p> + “What reports are they, friend?” asked the Duke of Richmond. + </p> + <p> + “Why, your grace, one ought to be cautious what one says, for fear of + bringing an innocent man into trouble,” returned the host. “But if the + truth must be spoken, people do say that Morgan Fenwolf is in league with + the devil—or with Herne the Hunter, which is the same thing.” + </p> + <p> + Richmond exchanged a look with his friend. + </p> + <p> + “Folks say strange sights have been seen in the forest of late,” pursued + Bryan—“and it may be so. But I myself have seen nothing—but + then, to be sure, I never go there. The keepers used to talk of Herne the + Hunter when I was a lad, but I believe it was only a tale to frighten + deer-stealers; and I fancy it's much the same thing now.” + </p> + <p> + Neither Surrey nor Richmond made any remark, and they presently reached + the keeper's dwelling. + </p> + <p> + It was a small wooden tenement standing, as the host had stated, on the + bank of the river, about a bow-shot from the bridge. The door was opened + by Bryan, and the party entered without further ceremony. They found no + one within except an old woman, with harsh, wrinkled features, and a + glance as ill-omened as that of a witch, whom Bryan Bowntance told them + was Fenwolf's mother. This old crone regarded the intruders uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “Where is your son, dame?” demanded the duke. + </p> + <p> + “On his walk in the forest,” replied the old crone bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “What time did he go forth?” inquired Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “An hour before daybreak, as is his custom,” returned the woman, in the + same short tone as before. + </p> + <p> + “You are sure he slept at home last night, dame?” said Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “As sure as I am that the question is asked me,” she replied. “I can show + you the very bed on which he slept, if you desire to see it. He retired + soon after sunset—slept soundly, as he always sleeps—and arose + as I have told you. I lighted a fire, and made him some hot pottage + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “If she speaks the truth, you must be mistaken,” observed Richmond in a + whisper to his friend. + </p> + <p> + “I do not believe her,” replied Surrey, in the same tone. “Show us his + chamber, dame.” + </p> + <p> + The old crone sullenly complied, and, throwing open a side door, disclosed + an inner apartment, in which there was a small bed. There was nothing + noticeable in the room except a couple of fishing-nets, a hunting-spear, + and an old cross-bow. A small open casement looked upon the river, whose + clear sparkling waters flowed immediately beneath it. + </p> + <p> + Surrey approached the window, and obtained a fine view of the Brocas meads + on the one hand, and the embowered college of Eton on the other. His + attention, however, was diverted by a fierce barking without, and the next + moment, in spite of the vociferations of the old woman, a large black + staghound, which Surrey recognised as Fenwolf's dog, Bawsey, burst through + the door, and rushed furiously towards him. Surrey drew his dagger to + defend himself from the hound's attack, but the precaution was needless. + Bawsey's fierceness changed suddenly to the most abject submission, and + with a terrified howl, she retreated from the room with' her tail between + her legs. Even the old woman uttered a cry of surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Lord help us!” exclaimed Bryan; “was ever the like o' that seen? Your + lordship must have a strange mastery over dogs. That hound,” he added, in + a whisper, “is said to be a familiar spirit.” + </p> + <p> + “The virtue of the relic is approved,” observed Surrey to Richmond, in an + undertone. + </p> + <p> + “It would seem so,” replied the duke. + </p> + <p> + The old woman now thought proper to assume a more respectful demeanour + towards her visitors, and inquired whether her son should attend upon them + on his return from the forest, but they said it was unnecessary. + </p> + <p> + “The king is about to have a grand hunting-party the day after to-morrow,” + observed Surrey, “and we wished to give your son some instructions + respecting it. They can, however, be delivered to another keeper.” + </p> + <p> + And they departed with Bryan, and returned to the castle. At midnight they + again issued forth. Their steeds awaited them near the upper gate, and, + mounting, they galloped across the greensward in the direction of Herne's + Oak. Discerning no trace of the ghostly huntsman, they shaped their course + towards the forest. + </p> + <p> + Urging their steeds to their utmost speed, and skirting the long avenue, + they did not draw the rein till they reached the eminence beyond it; + having climbed which, they dashed down the farther side at the same swift + pace as before. The ride greatly excited them, but they saw nothing of the + wild huntsman; nor did any sound salute their ears except the tramp of + their own horses, or the occasional darting forth of a startled deer. + </p> + <p> + Less than a quarter of an hour brought them to the haunted beech-tree; but + all was as silent and solitary here as at the blasted oak. In vain Surrey + smote the tree. No answer was returned to the summons; and, finding all + efforts to evoke the demon fruitless, they quitted the spot, and, turning + their horses' heads to the right, slowly ascended the hill-side. + </p> + <p> + Before they had gained the brow of the hill the faint blast of a horn + saluted their ears, apparently proceeding from the valley near the lake. + They instantly stopped and looked in that direction, but could see + nothing. Presently, however, the blast was repeated more loudly than + before, and, guided by the sound, they discerned the spectral huntsman + riding beneath the trees at some quarter of a mile's distance. + </p> + <p> + Striking spurs into their steeds, they instantly gave him chase; but + though he lured them on through thicket and over glade—now climbing + a hill, now plunging into a valley, until their steeds began to show + symptoms of exhaustion—they got no nearer to him; and at length, as + they drew near the Home Park, to which he had gradually led them, he + disappeared from view. + </p> + <p> + “I will take my station near the blasted oak,” said Surrey, galloping + towards it: “the demon is sure to revisit his favourite tree before + cock-crowing.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” cried the Earl of Surrey, pointing to a strange and + ghastly-looking object depending from the tree. “Some one has hanged + himself! It may be the caitiff, Morgan Fenwolf.” + </p> + <p> + With one accord they dashed forward, and as they drew nearer the tree, + they perceived that the object that had attracted their attention was the + body of Mark Fytton, the butcher, which they had so recently seen swinging + from the summit of the Curfew Tower. It was now suspended from an arm of + the wizard oak. + </p> + <p> + A small scroll was stuck upon the breast of the corpse, and, taking it + off, Surrey read these words, traced in uncouth characters—“Mark + Fytton is now one of the band of Herne the Hunter.” + </p> + <p> + “By my fay, this passes all comprehension,” said Richmond, after a few + moments' silence. “This castle and forest seem under the sway of the + powers of darkness. Let us return. I have had enough of adventure for + to-night.” + </p> + <p> + And he rode towards the castle, followed more slowly by the earl. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How the Earl of Surrey and the Fair Geraldine plighted their + troth in the Cloisters of Saint George's Chapel. +</pre> + <p> + Barriers were erected on the following day in the upper ward of the + castle, and the Lady Anne and her dames assembled in the balcony in front + of the royal lodgings, which was decorated with arras, costly carpets, and + rich stuffs, to view the spectacle. + </p> + <p> + Perfect in all manly accomplishments, Henry splintered several lances with + his brother-in-law, the Duke of Suffolk, who formed an admirable match for + him in point of weight and strength; and at last, though he did not + succeed in unhorsing the duke, he struck off his helmet, the clasp of + which, it was whispered, was left designedly unfastened; and being + thereupon declared the victor, he received the prize—a scarf + embroidered by her own hands—from the fair Anne herself. + </p> + <p> + He then retired from the lists, leaving them free for the younger knights + to run a course at the ring. The first to enter the arena was Sir Thomas + Wyat; and as he was known to be a skilful jouster, it was expected he + would come off triumphantly. But a glance from the royal balcony rendered + his arm unsteady, and he missed the mark. + </p> + <p> + Next came the Duke of Richmond, superbly accoutred. Laughing at Wyat's ill + success, he bowed to the Fair Geraldine, and taking a lance from his + esquire, placed it in the rest, and rode gallantly forward. But he was + equally unsuccessful, and retired, looking deeply chagrined. + </p> + <p> + The third knight who presented himself was Surrey. Mounted on his + favourite black Arabian—a steed which, though of fiery temper, + obeyed his slightest movement—his light symmetrical figure was seen + to the greatest advantage in his close-fitting habiliments of silk and + velvet. Without venturing a look at the royal balcony, the earl couched + his lance, and bounding forward, bore away the ring on its point. + </p> + <p> + Amid the plaudits of the spectators, he then careered around the arena, + and approaching the royal balcony, raised his lance, and proffered the + ring to the Fair Geraldine, who blushingly received it. Henry, though by + no means pleased with Surrey's success, earned as it was at the expense of + his son, complimented him upon his skill, and Anne Boleyn joined warmly in + his praises. + </p> + <p> + The lists were then closed, and the royal party retired to partake of + refreshments; after which they proceeded to the butts erected in the broad + mead at the north of the castle, where the Duke of Shoreditch and his + companions shot a well-contested match with the long-bow. + </p> + <p> + During these sports, Surrey placed himself as near as he could to the Fair + Geraldine, and though but few opportunities occurred of exchanging a + syllable with her, his looks spoke a sufficiently intelligible language. + At last, just as they were about to return to the palace, he breathed in + an imploring tone in her ear— + </p> + <p> + “You will attend vespers at Saint George's Chapel this evening. Return + through the cloisters. Grant me a moment's interview alone there.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot promise,” replied the Fair Geraldine. And she followed in the + train of the Lady Anne. + </p> + <p> + The earl's request had not been unheard. As the royal train proceeded + towards the castle, Will Sommers contrived to approach the Duke of + Richmond, and said to him, in a jeering tone “You ran but indifferently at + the ring to-day, gossip. The galliard Surrey rode better, and carried off + the prize.” + </p> + <p> + “Pest on thee, scurril knave—be silent!” cried Richmond angrily; + “failure is bad enough without thy taunts.” + </p> + <p> + “If you had only missed the ring, gossip, I should have thought nothing of + it,” pursued Will Sommers; “but you lost a golden opportunity of + ingratiating yourself with your lady-love. All your hopes are now at an + end. A word in your ear—the Fair Geraldine will meet Surrey alone + this evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou liest, knave!” cried the duke fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “Your grace will find the contrary, if you will be at Wolsey's tomb-house + at vesper-time,” replied the jester. + </p> + <p> + “I will be there,” replied the duke; “but if I am brought on a bootless + errand, not even my royal father shall save thee from chastisement.” + </p> + <p> + “I will bear any chastisement your grace may choose to inflict upon me, if + I prove not the truth of my assertion,” replied Sommers. And he dropped + into the rear of the train. + </p> + <p> + The two friends, as if by mutual consent, avoided each other during the + rest of the day—Surrey feeling he could not unburden his heart to + Richmond, and Richmond brooding jealously over the intelligence he had + received from the jester. + </p> + <p> + At the appointed hour the duke proceeded to the lower ward, and stationed + himself near Wolsey's tomb-house. Just as he arrived there, the vesper + hymn arose from the adjoining fane, and its solemn strains somewhat + soothed his troubled spirit. But they died away; and as the jester came + not, Richmond grew impatient, and began to fear he had been duped by his + informant. At length the service concluded, and, losing all patience, he + was about to depart, when the jester peered round the lower angle of the + tomb-house, and beckoned to him. Obeying the summons, the duke followed + his conductor down the arched passage leading to the cloisters. + </p> + <p> + “Tread softly, gossip, or you will alarm them,” said Sommers, in a low + tone. + </p> + <p> + They turned the corner of the cloisters; and there, near the entrance of + the chapel, stood the youthful pair—the Fair Geraldine half + reclining upon the earl's breast, while his arm encircled her slender + waist. + </p> + <p> + “There!” whispered the jester, chuckling maliciously, “there! did I speak + falsely—eh, gossip?” + </p> + <p> + Richmond laid his hand upon his sword. + </p> + <p> + “Hist!” said the jester; “hear what the Fair Geraldine has to say.” + </p> + <p> + “We must meet no more thus, Surrey,” she murmured: + </p> + <p> + “I feel I was wrong in granting the interview, but I could not help it. + If, when a few more years have flown over your head, your heart remains + unchanged.” + </p> + <p> + “It will never change!” interrupted Surrey. “I here solemnly pledge my + troth to you.” + </p> + <p> + “And I return the pledge,” replied the Fair Geraldine earnestly. “I vow to + be yours, and yours only.” + </p> + <p> + “Would that Richmond could hear your vow!” said Surrey; “it would + extinguish his hopes.” + </p> + <p> + “He has heard it!” cried the duke, advancing. “But his hopes are not yet + extinguished.” + </p> + <p> + The Fair Geraldine uttered a slight scream, and disengaged herself from + the earl. + </p> + <p> + “Richmond, you have acted unworthily in thus playing the spy,” said Surrey + angrily. + </p> + <p> + “None but a spy can surprise interviews like these,” rejoined Richmond + bitterly. “The Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald had better have kept her chamber, + than come here to plight her troth with a boy, who will change his mind + before his beard is grown.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace shall find the boy man enough to avenge an insult,” rejoined + Surrey sternly. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to hear it,” returned the duke. “Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald, I + must pray you to return to your lodgings. The king's jester will attend + you. This way, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + Too much exasperated to hesitate, Surrey followed the duke down the + passage, and the next moment the clashing of swords was heard. The Fair + Geraldine screamed loudly, and Will Sommers began to think the jest had + been carried too far. + </p> + <p> + “What is to be done?” he cried. “If the king hears of this quarrel, he + will assuredly place the Earl of Surrey in arrest. I now repent having + brought the duke here.” + </p> + <p> + “You acted most maliciously,” cried the Fair Geraldine; “but fly, and + prevent further mischief.” + </p> + <p> + Thus urged, the jester ran towards the lower ward, and finding an officer + of the guard and a couple of halberdiers near the entrance of St. George's + Chapel, told them what was taking place, and they immediately hastened + with him to the scene of the conflict. + </p> + <p> + “My lords!” cried the officer to the combatants, “I command you to lay + down your weapons.” + </p> + <p> + But finding no respect paid to his injunctions, he rushed between them, + and with the aid of the halberdiers, forcibly separated them. + </p> + <p> + “My lord of Surrey,” said the officer, “you are my prisoner. I demand your + sword.” + </p> + <p> + “On what plea, sir?” rejoined the other. + </p> + <p> + “You have drawn it against the king's son—and the act is treason,” + replied the officer. “I shall take you to the guard house until the king's + pleasure is known.” + </p> + <p> + “But I provoked the earl to the conflict,” said Richmond: “I was the + aggressor.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace will represent the matter as you see fit to your royal + father,” rejoined the officer. “I shall fulfil my duty. My lord, to the + guard-house!” + </p> + <p> + “I will procure your instant liberation, Surrey,” said Richmond. + </p> + <p> + The earl was then led away, and conveyed to a chamber in the lower part of + Henry the Eighth's gate, now used as a place of military punishment, and + denominated the “black hole.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of Tristram Lyndwood, the old Forester, and his Grand- + daughter Mabel—Of the Peril in which the Lady Anne Boleyn + was placed during the chase—And by whom she was rescued. +</pre> + <p> + In consequence of the announcement that a grand hunting party would be + held in the forest, all the verderers, rangers, and keepers assembled at + an early hour on the fourth day after the king's arrival at Windsor in an + open space on the west side of the great avenue, where a wooden stand was + erected, canopied over with green boughs and festooned with garlands of + flowers, for the accommodation of the Lady Anne Boleyn and her dames, who, + it was understood, would be present at the chase. + </p> + <p> + At a little distance from the stand an extensive covert was fenced round + with stout poles, to which nets were attached so as to form a haye or + preserve, where the game intended for the royal sport was confined; and + though many of the animals thus brought together were of hostile natures, + they were all so terrified, and seemingly so conscious of the danger + impending over them, that they did not molest each other. The foxes and + martins, of which there were abundance, slunk into the brushwood with the + hares and rabbits, but left their prey untouched. The harts made violent + efforts to break forth, and, entangling their horns in the nets, were with + difficulty extricated and driven back; while the timid does, not daring to + follow them, stood warily watching the result of the struggle. + </p> + <p> + Amongst the antlered captives was a fine buck, which, having been once + before hunted by the king, was styled a “hart royal,” and this noble + animal would certainly have effected his escape if he had not been + attacked and driven back by Morgan Fenwolf, who throughout the morning's + proceedings displayed great energy and skill. The compliments bestowed on + Fenwolf for his address by the chief verderer excited the jealousy of some + of his comrades, and more than one asserted that he had been assisted in + his task by some evil being, and that Bawsey herself was no better than a + familiar spirit in the form of a hound. + </p> + <p> + Morgan Fenwolf scouted these remarks; and he was supported by some others + among the keepers, who declared that it required no supernatural aid to + accomplish what he had done—that he was nothing more than a good + huntsman, who could ride fast and boldly—that he was skilled in all + the exercises of the chase, and possessed a stanch and well-trained hound. + </p> + <p> + The party then sat down to breakfast beneath the trees, and the talk fell + upon Herne the Hunter, and his frequent appearance of late in the forest + (for most of the keepers had heard of or encountered the spectral + huntsman); and while they were discussing this topic, and a plentiful + allowance of cold meat, bread, ale, and mead at the same time, two persons + were seen approaching along a vista on the right, who specially attracted + their attention and caused Morgan Fenwolf to drop the hunting-knife with + which he was carving his viands, and start to his feet. + </p> + <p> + The new-comers were an old man and a comely young damsel. The former, + though nearer seventy than sixty, was still hale and athletic, with fresh + complexion, somewhat tanned by the sun, and a keen grey eye, which had + lost nothing of its fire. He was habited in a stout leathern doublet, hose + of the same material, and boots rudely fashioned out of untanned ox-hide, + and drawn above the knee. In his girdle was thrust a large hunting-knife; + a horn with a silver mouthpiece depended from his shoulder, and he wore a + long bow and a quiver full of arrows at his back. A flat bonnet, made of + fox-skin and ornamented with a raven's wing, covered his hair, which was + as white as silver. + </p> + <p> + But it was not upon this old forester, for such his attire proclaimed him, + that the attention of the beholders, and of Morgan Fenwolf in especial, + was fixed, but upon his companion. Amongst the many lovely and high-born + dames who had so recently graced the procession to the castle were few, if + any, comparable to this lowly damsel. Her dress—probably owing to + the pride felt in her by her old relative was somewhat superior to her + station. A tightly-laced green kirtle displayed to perfection her slight + but exquisitely-formed figure A gown of orange-coloured cloth, + sufficiently short to display her small ankles, and a pair of green + buskins, embroidered with silver, together with a collar of the whitest + and finest linen, though shamed by the neck it concealed, and fastened by + a small clasp, completed her attire. Her girdle was embroidered with + silver, and her sleeves were fastened by aiglets of the same metal. + </p> + <p> + “How proud old Tristram Lyndwood seems of his granddaughter,” remarked one + of the keepers. + </p> + <p> + “And with reason,” replied another. “Mabel Lyndwood is the comeliest lass + in Berkshire.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, marry is she,” rejoined the first speaker; “and, to my thinking, she + is a fairer and sweeter flower than any that blooms in yon stately castle—the + flower that finds so much favour in the eyes of our royal Hal not + excepted.” + </p> + <p> + “Have a care, Gabriel Lapp,” observed another keeper. “Recollect that Mark + Fytton, the butcher, was hanged for speaking slightingly of the Lady Anne + Boleyn; and you may share his fate if you disparage her beauty.” + </p> + <p> + “Na I meant not to disparage the Lady Anne,” replied Gabriel. “Hal may + marry her when he will, and divorce her as soon afterwards as he pleases, + for aught I care. If he marries fifty wives, I shall like him all the + better. The more the merrier, say I. But if he sets eyes on Mab Lyndwood + it may somewhat unsettle his love for the Lady Anne.” + </p> + <p> + “Tush, Gabriel!” said Morgan Fenwolf, darting an angry look at him. “What + business have you to insinuate that the king would heed other than the + lady of his love?” + </p> + <p> + “You are jealous, Morgan Fenwolf,” rejoined Gabriel, with a malignant + grin. “We all know you are in love with Mabel yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “And we all know, likewise, that Mabel will have nothing to say to you!” + cried another keeper, while the others laughed in chorus. “Come and sit + down beside us, Morgan, and finish your breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + But the keeper turned moodily away, and hied towards Tristram Lyndwood and + his granddaughter. The old forester shook him cordially by the hand, and + after questioning him as to what had taken place, and hearing how he had + managed to drive the hart royal into the haye, clapped him on the shoulder + and said, “Thou art a brave huntsman, Morgan. I wish Mab could only think + as well of thee as I do.” + </p> + <p> + To this speech Mabel not only paid no attention, but looked studiously + another way. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad your grandfather has brought you out to see the chase to-day, + Mabel,” observed Morgan Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “I dame not to see the chase, but the king,” she replied, somewhat + petulantly. + </p> + <p> + “It is not every fair maid who would confess so much,” observed Fenwolf, + frowning. + </p> + <p> + “Then I am franker than some of my sex,” replied Mabel. “But who is the + strange man looking at us from behind that tree, grandfather! + </p> + <p> + “I see no one,” replied the old forester. + </p> + <p> + “Neither do I,” added Morgan Fenwolf, with a shudder. “You are wilfully + blind,” rejoined Mabel. “But see, the person I mentioned stalks forth. + Now, perhaps, he is visible to you both.” + </p> + <p> + And as she spoke, a tall wild-looking figure, armed with a hunting-spear, + emerged from the trees and advanced towards them. The garb of the newcomer + somewhat resembled that of a forester; but his arms and lower limbs were + destitute of covering, and appeared singularly muscular, while his skin + was swarthy as that of a gipsy. His jet-black hair hung in elf-locks over + his savage-looking features. + </p> + <p> + In another moment he was beside them, and fixed his dark piercing eyes on + Mabel in such a manner as to compel her to avert her gaze. + </p> + <p> + “What brings you here this morning, Tristram Lyndwood?” he demanded, in a + hoarse imperious tone. + </p> + <p> + “The same motive that brought you, Valentine Hagthorne,” replied the old + forester—“to see the royal chase.” + </p> + <p> + “This, I suppose, is your granddaughter?” pursued Hagthorne. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied Tristram bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “Strange I should never have seen her before,” rejoined the other. “She is + very fair. Be ruled by me, friend Tristram—take her home again. If + she sees the king, ill will come of it. You know, or should know, his + character.” + </p> + <p> + “Hagthorne advises well,” interposed Fenwolf. “Mabel will be better at + home.” + </p> + <p> + “But she has no intention of returning at present,” replied Mabel. “You + brought me here for pastime, dear grandfather, and will not take me back + at the recommendation of this strange man?” + </p> + <p> + “Content you, child—content you,” replied Tristram kindly. “You + shall remain where you are.” + </p> + <p> + “You will repent it!” cried Hagthorne. + </p> + <p> + And hastily darting among the trees, he disappeared from view. + </p> + <p> + Affecting to laugh at the occurrence, though evidently annoyed by it, the + old forester led his granddaughter towards the stand, where he was + cordially greeted by the keepers, most of whom, while expressing their + pleasure at seeing him, strove to render themselves agreeable in the eyes + of Mabel. + </p> + <p> + From this scene Morgan Fenwolf kept aloof, and remained leaning against a + tree, with his eyes riveted upon the damsel. He was roused from his + reverie by a slight tap upon the shoulder; and turning at the touch, + beheld Valentine Hagthorne. Obedient to a sign from the latter, he + followed him amongst the trees, and they both plunged into a dell. + </p> + <p> + An hour or two after this, when the sun was higher in the heavens, and the + dew dried upon the greensward, the king and a large company of lords and + ladies rode forth from the upper gate of the castle, and taking their way + along the great avenue, struck off on the right when about half-way up it, + and shaped their course towards the haye. + </p> + <p> + A goodly sight it was to see this gallant company riding beneath the + trees; and pleasant was it, also, to listen to the blithe sound of their + voices, amid which Anne Boleyn's musical laugh could be plainly + distinguished. Henry was attended by his customary band of archers and + yeomen of the guard, and by the Duke of Shoreditch and his followers. On + reaching the haye, the king dismounted, and assisting the Lady Anne from + her steed, ascended the stand with her. + </p> + <p> + He then took a small and beautifully fashioned bow from an attendant, and + stringing it, presented it to her. + </p> + <p> + “I trust this will not prove too strong for your fair hands,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I will make shift to draw it,” replied Anne, raising the bow, and + gracefully pulling the string. “Would I could wound your majesty as surely + as I shall hit the first roe that passes.” + </p> + <p> + “That were a needless labour,” rejoined Henry, “seeing that you have + already stricken me to the heart. You should cure the wound you have + already made, sweetheart-not inflict a new one.” + </p> + <p> + At this juncture the chief verderer, mounted on a powerful steed, and + followed by two keepers, each holding a couple of stag-hounds in leash, + rode up to the royal stand, and placing his horn to his lips, blew three + long mootes from it. At the same moment part of the network of the haye + was lifted up, and a roebuck set free. + </p> + <p> + By the management of the keepers, the animal was driven past the royal + stand; and Anne Boleyn, who had drawn an arrow nearly to the head, let it + fly with such good aim that she pierced the buck to the heart. A loud + shout from the spectators rewarded the prowess of the fair huntress; and + Henry was so enchanted, that he bent the knee to her, and pressed her hand + to his lips. Satisfied, however, with the' achievement, Anne prudently + declined another shot. Henry then took a bow from one of the archers, and + other roes being turned out, he approved upon them his unerring skill as a + marksman. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the hounds, being held in leash, kept up a loud and incessant + baying; and Henry, wearying of his slaughterous sport, turned to Anne, and + asked her whether she was disposed for the chase. She answered in the + affirmative, and the king motioned his henchmen to bring forward the + steeds. + </p> + <p> + In doing this, he caught sight of Mabel, who was standing with her + grandsire among the keepers, at a little distance from the stand, and, + struck with her extraordinary beauty, he regarded her for a moment + intently, and then called to Gabriel Lapp, who chanced to be near him, and + demanded her name. + </p> + <p> + “It is Mabel Lyndwood, an't please your majesty,” replied Gabriel. “She is + granddaughter to old Tristram Lyndwood, who dwells at Black Nest, near the + lake, at the farther extremity of Windsor Forest, and who was forester to + your royal father, King Henry the Seventh, of blessed memory.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! is it so?” cried Henry. + </p> + <p> + But he was prevented from further remark by Anne Boleyn, who, perceiving + how his attention was attracted, suddenly interposed. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty spoke of the chase,” she said impatiently. “But perhaps you + have found other pastime more diverting?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so—not so, sweetheart,” he replied hastily. + </p> + <p> + “There is a hart royal in the haye,” said Gabriel Lapp. “Is it your + majesty's pleasure that I set him free? + </p> + <p> + “It is, good fellow—it is,” replied the king. + </p> + <p> + And as Gabriel hastened to the netted fencework, and prepared to drive + forth the hart, Henry assisted Anne Boleyn, who could not help exhibiting + some slight jealous pique, to mount her steed, and having sprung into his + own saddle, they waited the liberation of the buck, which was accomplished + in a somewhat unexpected manner. + </p> + <p> + Separated from the rest of the herd, the noble animal made a sudden dart + towards Gabriel, and upsetting him in his wild career, darted past the + king, and made towards the upper part of the forest. In another instant + the hounds were un coupled and at his heels, while Henry and Anne urged + their steeds after him, the king shouting at the top of his lusty voice. + The rest of the royal party followed as they might, and the woods + resounded with their joyous cries. + </p> + <p> + The hart royal proved himself worthy of his designation. Dashing forward + with extraordinary swiftness, he rapidly gained upon his pursuers—for + though Henry, by putting his courser to his utmost speed, could have kept + near him, he did not choose to quit his fair companion. + </p> + <p> + In this way they scoured the forest, until the king, seeing they should be + speedily distanced, commanded Sir Thomas Wyat, who, with the Dukes of + Suffolk and Norfolk, was riding close behind him, to cross by the lower + ground on the left, and turn the stag. Wyat instantly obeyed, and plunging + his spurs deeply into his horse's sides, started off at a furious pace, + and was soon after seen shaping his rapid course through a devious glade. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Henry and his fair companion rode on without relaxing their + pace, until they reached the summit of a knoll, crowned by an old oak and + beech-tree, and commanding a superb view of the castle, where they drew in + the rein. + </p> + <p> + From this eminence they could witness the progress of the chase, as it + continued in the valley beyond. An ardent lover of hunting, the king + watched it with the deepest interest, rose in his saddle, and uttering + various exclamations, showed, from his impatience, that he was only + restrained by the stronger passion of love from joining it. + </p> + <p> + Ere long, stag, hounds, and huntsmen were lost amid a thicket, and nothing + could be distinguished but a distant baying and shouts. At last even these + sounds died away. + </p> + <p> + Henry, who had ill brooked the previous restraint, now grew so impatient, + that Anne begged him to set off after them, when suddenly the cry of + hounds burst upon their ears, and the hart was seen issuing from the dell, + closely followed by his pursuers. + </p> + <p> + The affrighted animal, to the king's great satisfaction, made his way + directly towards the spot where he was stationed; but on reaching the side + of the knoll, and seeing his new foes, he darted off on the right, and + tried to regain the thicket below. But he was turned by another band of + keepers, and again driven towards the knoll. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had Sir Thomas Wyat reined in his steed by the side of the king, + than the hart again appeared bounding up the hill. Anne Boleyn, who had + turned her horse's head to obtain a better view of the hunt, alarmed by + the animal's menacing appearance, tried to get out of his way. But it was + too late. Hemmed in on all sides, and driven to desperation by the cries + of hounds and huntsmen in front, the hart lowered his horns, and made a + furious push at her. + </p> + <p> + Dreadfully alarmed, Anne drew in the rein so suddenly and sharply, that + she almost pulled her steed back upon his haunches; and in trying to avoid + the stag's attack, caught hold of Sir Thomas Wyat, who was close beside + her. In all probability she would have received some serious injury from + the infuriated animal, who was just about to repeat his assault and more + successfully, when a bolt from a cross-bow, discharged by Morgan Fenwolf, + who suddenly made his appearance from behind the beech-tree, brought him + to the ground. + </p> + <p> + But Anne Boleyn escaped one danger only to encounter another equally + serious. On seeing her fling herself into the arms of Sir Thomas Wyat, + Henry regarded her in stern displeasure for a moment, and then calling + angrily to his train, without so much as deigning to inquire whether she + had sustained any damage from the accident, or making the slightest remark + upon her conduct, rode sullenly towards the castle. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + By what means Sir Thomas Wyat obtained an Interview with + Anne Boleyn—And how the Earl of Surrey saved them from the + King's anger. +</pre> + <p> + The incident above related gave new life to the adherents of Catherine of + Arragon, while it filled those devoted to Anne Boleyn with alarm. + Immediately on Anne's return to the castle Lord Rochford had a private + interview with her, and bitterly reproached her for endangering her + splendid prospects. Anne treated the matter very lightly—said it was + only a temporary gust of jealousy—and added that the king would be + at her feet again before the day was past. + </p> + <p> + “You are over-confident, mistress!” cried Rochford angrily. “Henry is not + an ordinary gallant.” + </p> + <p> + “It is you who are mistaken, father,” replied Anne. “The king differs in + no respect from any of his love-smitten subjects. I have him in my toils, + and will not let him escape.” + </p> + <p> + “You have a tiger in your toils, daughter, and take heed he breaks not + forcibly through them,” rejoined Rochford. “Henry is more wayward than you + suppose him. Once let him take up a notion, and nothing can shake him from + it. He has resolved upon the divorce as much from self-will as from any + other consideration. If you regain your position with him, of which you + seem so confident, do not consider yourself secure—not even when you + are crowned queen—but be warned by Catherine of Arragon.” + </p> + <p> + “Catherine has not the art to retain him,” said Anne. “Henry will never + divorce me.” + </p> + <p> + “Take care he does not rid himself of you in a more summary manner, + daughter,” rejoined Rochford. “If you would stand well with him, you must + study his lightest word, look, and action—humour him in every whim—and + yield to every caprice. Above all, you must exhibit no jealousy.” + </p> + <p> + “You are wrong in all but the last, father,” returned Anne. “Henry is not + to be pleased by such nice attention to his humours. It is because I have + shown myself careless of them that I have captivated him. But I will take + care not to exhibit jealousy, and, sooth to say, I do not think I shall + have cause.” + </p> + <p> + “Be not too sure of that,” replied Rochford. “And at all events, let not + the king have cause to be jealous of you. I trust Wyat will be banished + from court. But if he is not, do not let him approach you more.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Sir Thomas!” sighed Anne. “He loved me very dearly.” + </p> + <p> + “But what is his love compared to the king's?” cried Rochford. “Tut, tut, + girl! think no more of him.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not, my lord,” she rejoined; “I see the prudence of your counsel, + and will obey it. Leave me, I pray you. I will soon win back the + affections of the king.” + </p> + <p> + No sooner had Rochford quitted the chamber than the arras at the farther + end was raised, and Wyat stepped from behind it. His first proceeding was + to bar the door. + </p> + <p> + “What means this, Sir Thomas?” cried Anne in alarm. “How have you obtained + admittance here?” + </p> + <p> + “Through the secret staircase,” replied Wyat, bending the knee before her. + </p> + <p> + “Rise, sir!” cried Anne, in great alarm. “Return, I beseech you, as you + came. You have greatly endangered me by coming here. If you are seen to + leave this chamber, it will be in vain to assert my innocence to Henry. + Oh, Sir Thomas! you cannot love me, or you would not have done this.” + </p> + <p> + “Not love you, Anne!” he repeated bitterly; “not love you I Words cannot + speak my devotion. I would lay down my head on the scaffold to prove it. + But for my love for you, I would throw open that door, and walk forth so + that all might see me—so that Henry might experience some part of + the anguish I now feel.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will not do so, good Sir Thomas—dear Sir Thomas,” cried + Anne Boleyn, in alarm. + </p> + <p> + “Have no fear,” rejoined Wyat, with some contempt; “I will sacrifice even + vengeance to love.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Thomas, I had tolerated this too long,” said Anne. “Begone—you + terrify me.” + </p> + <p> + “It is my last interview with you, Anne,” said Wyat imploringly; “do not + abridge it. Oh, bethink you of the happy hours we have passed together—of + the vows we have interchanged—of the protestations you have listened + to, and returned—ay, returned, Anne. Are all these forgotten?” + </p> + <p> + “Not forgotten, Sir Thomas,” replied Anne mournfully; “but they must not + be recalled. I cannot listen to you longer. You must go. Heaven grant you + may get hence in safety!” + </p> + <p> + “Anne,” replied Wyat in a sombre tone, “the thought of Henry's happiness + drives me mad. I feel that I am grown a traitor—that I could slay + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Thomas!” she exclaimed, in mingled fear and anger. + </p> + <p> + “I will not go,” he continued, flinging himself into a seat. “Let them put + what construction they will upon my presence. I shall at least wring + Henry's heart. I shall see him suffer as I have suffered; and I shall be + content.” + </p> + <p> + “This is not like you, Wyat,” cried Anne, in great alarm. “You were wont + to be noble, generous, kind. You will not act thus disloyally? + </p> + <p> + “Who has acted disloyally, Anne?” cried Wyat, springing to his feet, and + fixing his dark eyes, blazing with jealous fury, upon her—“you or I? + Have you not sacrificed your old affections at the shrine of ambition? Are + you not about to give yourself to one to whom—unless you are + foresworn—you cannot give your heart? Better had you been the + mistress of Allington Castle—better the wife of a humble knight like + myself, than the queen of the ruthless Henry.” + </p> + <p> + “No more of this, Wyat,” said Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Better far you should perish by his tyranny for a supposed fault now than + hereafter,” pursued Wyat fiercely. “Think not Henry will respect you more + than her who had been eight-and-twenty years his wife. No; when he is + tired of your charms—when some other dame, fair as yourself, shall + enslave his fancy, he will cast you off, or, as your father truly + intimated, will seek a readier means of ridding himself of you. Then you + will think of the different fate that might have been yours if you had + adhered to your early love.” + </p> + <p> + “Wyat! Wyat! I cannot bear this—in mercy spare me!” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you weep,” said Wyat; “your tears make you look more + like your former self.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Wyat, do not view my conduct too harshly!” she said. “Few of my sex + would have acted other than I have done.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not think so,” replied Wyat sternly; “nor will I forego my + vengeance. Anne, you shall die. You know Henry too well to doubt your fate + if he finds me here.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot mean this,” she rejoined, with difficulty repressing a scream; + “but if I perish, you will perish with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to do so,” he rejoined, with a bitter laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Wyat,” cried Anne, throwing herself on her knees before him, “by your + former love for me, I implore you to spare me! Do not disgrace me thus.” + </p> + <p> + But Wyat continued inexorable. + </p> + <p> + “O God!” exclaimed Anne, wringing her hands in agony. A terrible silence + ensued, during which Anne regarded Wyat, but she could discern no change + in his countenance. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture the tapestry was again raised, and the Earl of Surrey + issued from it. + </p> + <p> + “You here, my lord?” said Anne, rushing towards him. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to save you, madame,” said the earl. “I have been just + liberated from arrest, and was about to implore your intercession with the + king, when I learned he had been informed by one of his pages that a man + was in your chamber. Luckily, he knows not who it is, and while he was + summoning his attendants to accompany him, I hurried hither by the secret + staircase. I have arrived in time. Fly—fly! Sir Thomas Wyat!” + </p> + <p> + But Wyat moved not. + </p> + <p> + At this moment footsteps were heard approaching the door—the handle + was tried—and the stern voice of the king was heard commanding that + it might be opened. + </p> + <p> + “Will you destroy me, Wyat?” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “You have destroyed yourself,” he rejoined. + </p> + <p> + “Why stay you here, Sir Thomas?” said Surrey, seizing his arm. “You may + yet escape. By heaven! if you move not, I will stab you to the heart!” + </p> + <p> + “You would do me a favour, young man,” said Wyat coldly; “but I will go. I + yield to love, and not to you, tyrant!” he added, shaking his hand at the + door. “May the worst pangs of jealously rend your heart!” And he + disappeared behind the arras. + </p> + <p> + “I hear voices,” cried Henry from without. “God's death! madam, open the + door—or I will burst it open!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, heaven! what is to be done?” cried Anne Boleyn, in despair. + </p> + <p> + “Open the door, and leave all to me, madam,” said Surrey; “I will save + you, though it cost me my life!” + </p> + <p> + Anne pressed his hand, with a look of ineffable gratitude, and Surrey + concealed himself behind the arras. + </p> + <p> + The door was opened, and Henry rushed in, followed by Richmond, Norfolk, + Suffolk, and a host of attendants. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! God's death! where is the traitor?” roared the king, gazing round. + </p> + <p> + “Why is my privacy thus broken upon?” said Anne, assuming a look of + indignation. + </p> + <p> + “Your privacy!” echoed Henry, in a tone of deep derision—“Your + privacy! —ha!—ha! You bear yourself bravely, it must be + confessed. My lords, you heard the voices as well as myself. Where is Sir + Thomas Wyat?” + </p> + <p> + “He is not here,” replied Anne firmly. + </p> + <p> + “Aha! we shall see that, mistress,” rejoined Henry fiercely. “But if Sir + Thomas Wyat is not here, who is? for I am well assured that some one is + hidden in your chamber.” + </p> + <p> + “What if there be?” rejoined Anne coldly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! by Saint Mary, you confess it!” cried the king. “Let the traitor come + forth.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty shall not need to bid twice,” said Surrey, issuing from his + concealment. + </p> + <p> + “The Earl of Surrey!” exclaimed Henry, in surprise. “How come you here, my + lord? Methought you were under arrest at the guard-house.” + </p> + <p> + “He was set free by my orders,” said the Duke of Richmond. + </p> + <p> + “First of all I must entreat your majesty to turn your resentment against + me,” said the earl. “I am solely to blame, and I would not have the Lady + Anne suffer for my fault. I forced myself into her presence. She knew not + of my coming.” + </p> + <p> + “And wherefore did you so, my lord?” demanded Henry sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Liberated from the guard-house at the Duke of Richmond's instance, my + liege, I came to entreat the Lady Anne to mediate between me and your + majesty, and to use her influence with your highness to have me betrothed + to the Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this so, madam?” asked the king. + </p> + <p> + Anne bowed her head. + </p> + <p> + “But why was the door barred?” demanded Henry, again frowning + suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + “I barred it myself,” said Surrey, “and vowed that the Lady Anne should + not go forth till she had granted my request.” + </p> + <p> + “By our lady you have placed yourself in peril, my lord,” said Henry + sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty will bear in mind his youth,” said the Duke of Norfolk + anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “For my sake overlook the indiscretion,” cried the Duke of Richmond. + </p> + <p> + “It will not, perhaps, avail him to hope that it may be overlooked for + mine,” added Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + “The offence must not pass unpunished,” said Henry musingly. “My lord of + Surrey, you must be content to remain for two months a prisoner in the + Round Tower of this castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty!” cried Richmond, bending the knee in supplication. + </p> + <p> + “The sentence is passed,” replied Henry coldly; “and the earl may thank + you it is not heavier. Richmond, you will think no more of the fair + Geraldine; and it is my pleasure, Lady Anne, that the young dame withdraw + from the court for a short while.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty shall be obeyed,” said Anne; “but—” + </p> + <p> + “But me no buts, sweetheart,” said the king peremptorily. “Surrey's + explanation is satisfactory so far as it goes, but I was told Sir Thomas + Wyat was here.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Thomas Wyat is here,” said Will Sommers, pointing out the knight, who + had just joined the throng of courtiers at the door. + </p> + <p> + “I have hurried hither from my chamber, my liege,” said Wyat, stepping + forward, “hearing there was some inquiry concerning me.” + </p> + <p> + “Is your majesty now satisfied?” asked Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + “Why, ay, sweetheart, well enough,” rejoined Henry. “Sir Thomas Wyat, we + have a special mission for you to the court of our brother of France. You + will set out to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Wyat bowed. + </p> + <p> + “You have saved your head, gossip,” whispered Will Sommers in the knight's + ear. “A visit to Francis the First is better than a visit to the Tower.” + </p> + <p> + “Retire, my lords,” said Henry to the assemblage; “we owe some apology to + the Lady Anne for our intrusion, and desire an opportunity to make it.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this the chamber was instantly cleared of its occupants, and the Earl + of Surrey was conducted, under a guard, to the Round Tower. + </p> + <p> + Henry, however, did not find it an easy matter to make peace with the Lady + Anne. Conscious of the advantage she had gained, she determined not to + relinquish it, and, after half an hour's vain suing, her royal lover + proposed a turn in the long gallery, upon which her apartments opened. + Here they continued conversing—Henry pleading in the most passionate + manner, and Anne maintaining a show of offended pride. + </p> + <p> + At last she exhibited some signs of relenting, and Henry led her into a + recess in the gallery, lighted by a window filled with magnificent stained + glass. In this recess was a seat and a small table, on which stood a vase + filled with flowers, arranged by Anne's own hand; and here the monarch + hoped to adjust his differences with her. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, word having reached Wolsey and Campeggio of the new cause of + jealousy which the king had received, it was instantly resolved that the + former should present to him, while in his present favourable mood, a + despatch received that morning from Catherine of Arragon. + </p> + <p> + Armed with the letter, Wolsey repaired to the king's closet. Not finding + him there, and being given to understand by an usher that he was in the + great gallery, he proceeded thither. As he walked softly along the + polished oak floor, he heard voices in one of the recesses, and + distinguished the tones of Henry and Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + Henry was clasping the snowy fingers of his favourite, and gazing + passionately at her, as the cardinal approached. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty shall not detain my hand,” said Anne, “unless you swear to + me, by your crown, that you will not again be jealous without cause.” + </p> + <p> + “I swear it,” replied Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Were your majesty as devoted to me as you would have me believe, you + would soon bring this matter of the divorce to an issue,” said Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I would fain do so, sweetheart,” rejoined Henry; “but these cardinals + perplex me sorely.” + </p> + <p> + “I am told by one who overheard him, that Wolsey has declared the divorce + shall not be settled these two years,” said Anne; “in which case it had + better not be settled at all; for I care not to avow I cannot brook so + much delay. The warmth of my affection will grow icy cold by that time.” + </p> + <p> + “It were enough to try the patience of the most forbearing,” rejoined the + king, smiling—“but it shall not be so—by this lily hand it + shall not! And now, sweetheart, are we entirely reconciled? + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” replied Anne. “I shall claim a boon from your majesty before I + accord my entire forgiveness.” + </p> + <p> + “Name it,” said the king, still clasping her hand tenderly, and + intoxicated by the witchery of her glance. + </p> + <p> + “I ask an important favour,” said Anne, “but as it is one which will + benefit your majesty as much as myself, I have the less scruple in + requesting it. I ask the dismissal of one who has abused your favour, who, + by his extortion and rapacity, has in some degree alienated the affections + of your subjects from you, and who solely opposes your divorce from + Catherine of Arragon because he fears my influence may be prejudicial to + him.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot mean Wolsey?” said Henry uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty has guessed aright,” replied Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Wolsey has incurred my displeasure oft of late,” said Henry; “and yet his + fidelity—” + </p> + <p> + “Be not deceived, my liege,” said Anne; “he is faithful to you only so far + as serves his turn. He thinks he rules you.” + </p> + <p> + Before Henry could reply, the cardinal stepped forward. + </p> + <p> + “I bring your majesty a despatch, just received from the queen,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “And you have been listening to our discourse?” rejoined Henry sternly. + “You have overheard—” + </p> + <p> + “Enough to convince me, if I had previously doubted it, that the Lady Anne + Boleyn is my mortal foe,” replied Wolsey. + </p> + <p> + “Foe though I am, I will make terms with your eminence,” said Anne. + “Expedite the divorce—you can do so if you will—and I am your + fast friend.” + </p> + <p> + “I know too well the value of your friendship, noble lady, not to do all + in my power to gain it,” replied Wolsey. “I will further the matter, if + possible. But it rests chiefly in the hands of his holiness Pope Clement + the Seventh.” + </p> + <p> + “If his majesty will listen to my counsel, he will throw off the pope's + yoke altogether,” rejoined Anne. “Nay, your eminence may frown at me if + you will. Such, I repeat, shall be my counsel. If the divorce is speedily + obtained, I am your friend: if not—look to yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not appeal to me, Wolsey,” said Henry, smiling approval at Anne; “I + shall uphold her.” + </p> + <p> + “Will it please your majesty to peruse this despatch?” said Wolsey, again + offering Catherine's letter. + </p> + <p> + “Take it to my closet,” replied the king; “I will join you there. And now + at last we are good friends, sweetheart.” + </p> + <p> + “Excellent friends, my dear liege,” replied Anne; “but I shall never be + your queen while Wolsey holds his place.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, indeed, he shall lose it,” replied Henry. + </p> + <p> + “She is a bitter enemy, certes,” muttered Wolsey as he walked away. “I + must overthrow her quickly, or she will overthrow me. A rival must be + found—ay, a rival—but where? I was told that Henry cast eyes + on a comely forester's daughter at the chase this morning. She may do for + the nonce.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Mysterious Disappearance of Herne the Hunter in the + Lake. +</pre> + <p> + Unable to procure any mitigation of Surrey's sentence, the Duke of + Richmond proceeded to the Round Tower, where he found his friend in a + small chamber, endeavouring to beguile his captivity by study. + </p> + <p> + Richmond endeavoured to console him, and was glad to find him in better + spirits than he expected. Early youth is seldom long dejected, and + misfortunes, at that buoyant season, seem lighter than they appear later + on in life. The cause for which he suffered, moreover, sustained Surrey, + and confident of the Fair Geraldine's attachment, he cared little for the + restraint imposed upon him. On one point he expressed some regret—namely, + his inability to prosecute the adventure of Herne the Hunter with the + duke. + </p> + <p> + “I grieve that I cannot accompany you, Richmond,” he said; “but since that + is impossible, let me recommend you to take the stout archer who goes by + the name of the Duke of Shoreditch with you. He is the very man you + require.” + </p> + <p> + After some consideration the duke assented, and, promising to return on + the following day and report what had occurred he took his leave, and went + in search of the archer in question. Finding he had taken up his quarters + at the Garter, he sent for him and proposed the matter. + </p> + <p> + Shoreditch heard the duke's relation with astonishment, but expressed the + greatest willingness to accompany him, pledging himself, as Richmond + demanded, to profound secrecy on the subject. + </p> + <p> + At the appointed hour—namely, midnight—the duke quitted the + castle, and found Shoreditch waiting for him near the upper gate. The + latter was armed with a stout staff, and a bow and arrows. + </p> + <p> + “If we gain sight of the mysterious horseman to-night,” he said, “a + cloth-yard shaft shall try whether he is of mortal mould or not. If he be + not a demon, I will warrant he rides no more.” + </p> + <p> + Quitting the Home Park, they shaped their course at once towards the + forest. It was a stormy night, and the moon was obscured by thick clouds. + Before they reached the hill, at the end of the long avenue, a heavy + thunderstorm came on, and the lightning, playing among the trees, seemed + to reveal a thousand fantastic forms to their half-blinded gaze. Presently + the rain began to descend in torrents, and compelled them to take refuge + beneath a large beech-tree. + </p> + <p> + It was evident, notwithstanding his boasting, that the courage of + Shoreditch was waning fast, and he at last proposed to his leader that + they should return as soon as the rain abated. But the duke indignantly + rejected the proposal. + </p> + <p> + While they were thus sheltering themselves, the low winding of a horn was + heard. The sound was succeeded by the trampling of horses' hoofs, and the + next moment a vivid flash of lightning showed a hart darting past, + followed by a troop of some twenty ghostly horsemen, headed by the demon + hunter. + </p> + <p> + The Duke of Richmond bade his companion send a shaft after them; but the + latter was so overcome by terror that he could scarcely fix an arrow on + the string, and when he bent the bow, the shaft glanced from the branches + of an adjoining tree. + </p> + <p> + The storm continued with unabated fury for nearly an hour, at the + expiration of which time it partially cleared off, and though it was still + profoundly dark, the duke insisted upon going on. So they pressed forward + beneath the dripping trees and through the wet grass. Ever and anon the + moon broke through the rifted clouds, and shed a wild glimmer upon the + scene. + </p> + <p> + As they were tracking a glade on the farther side of the hill, the + spectral huntsmen again swept past them, and so closely that they could + almost touch their horses. To the duke's horror, he perceived among them + the body of the butcher, Mark Fytton, sitting erect upon a powerful black + steed. + </p> + <p> + By this time, Shoreditch, having somewhat regained his courage, discharged + another shaft at the troop. The arrow struck the body of the butcher, and + completely transfixed it, but did not check his career; while wild and + derisive laughter broke from the rest of the cavalcade. + </p> + <p> + The Duke of Richmond hurried after the band, trying to keep them in sight; + and Shoreditch, flinging down his bow, which he found useless, and + grasping his staff, endeavoured to keep up with him. But though they ran + swiftly down the glade, and tried to peer through the darkness, they could + see nothing more of the ghostly company. + </p> + <p> + After a while they arrived at a hillside, at the foot of which lay the + lake, whose darkling waters were just distinguishable through an opening + in the trees. As the duke was debating with himself whether to go on or + retrace his course, the trampling of a horse was heard behind them, and + looking in the direction of the sound, they beheld Herne the Hunter, + mounted on his swarthy steed and accompanied only by his two black hounds, + galloping furiously down the declivity. Before him flew the owl, whooping + as it sailed along the air. + </p> + <p> + The demon hunter was so close to them that they could perfectly discern + his horrible lineaments, the chain depending from his neck, and his + antlered helm. Richmond shouted to him, but the rider continued his + headlong course towards the lake, heedless of the call. + </p> + <p> + The two beholders rushed forward, but by this time the huntsman had gained + the edge of the lake. One of his sable hounds plunged into it, and the owl + skimmed over its surface. Even in the hasty view which the duke caught of + the flying figure, he fancied he perceived that it was attended by a + fantastic shadow, whether cast by itself or arising from some supernatural + cause he could not determine. + </p> + <p> + But what followed was equally marvellous and incomprehensible. As the wild + huntsman reached the brink of the lake, he placed a horn to his mouth, and + blew from it a bright blue flame, which illumined his own dusky and + hideous features, and shed a wild and unearthly glimmer over the + surrounding objects. + </p> + <p> + While enveloped in this flame, the demon plunged into the lake, and + apparently descended to its abysses, for as soon as the duke could muster + courage to approach its brink, nothing could be seen of him, his steed, or + his hounds. + </p> + <p> + THUS ENDS THE FIRST BOOK OF THE CHRONICLE OF WINDSOR CASTLE <a + name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK II. HERNE THE HUNTER + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Compact between Sir Thomas Wyat and Herne the Hunter. +</pre> + <p> + On the day after his secret interview with Anne Boleyn, Sir Thomas Wyat + received despatches from the king for the court of France. + </p> + <p> + “His majesty bade me tell you to make your preparations quickly, Sir + Thomas,” said the messenger who delivered the despatches; “he cares not + how soon you set forth.” + </p> + <p> + “The king's pleasure shall be obeyed,” rejoined Wyat. + </p> + <p> + And the messenger retired. + </p> + <p> + Left alone, Wyat remained for some time in profound and melancholy + thought. Heaving a deep sigh, he then arose, and paced the chamber with + rapid strides. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is better thus,” he ejaculated. “If I remain near her, I shall do + some desperate deed. Better—far better—I should go. And yet to + leave her with Henry—to know that he is ever near her—that he + drinks in the music of her voice, and basks in the sunshine of her smile—while + I am driven forth to darkness and despair—the thought is madness! I + will not obey the hateful mandate! I will stay and defy him!” + </p> + <p> + As he uttered aloud this wild and unguarded speech, the arras screening + the door was drawn aside, and gave admittance to Wolsey. + </p> + <p> + Wyat's gaze sunk before the penetrating glance fixed upon him by the + Cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “I did not come to play the eavesdropper, Sir Thomas,” said Wolsey; “but I + have heard enough to place your life in my power. So you refuse to obey + the king's injunctions. You refuse to proceed to Paris. You refuse to + assist in bringing about the divorce, and prefer remaining here to brave + your sovereign, and avenge yourself upon a fickle mistress. Ha?” + </p> + <p> + Wyat returned no answer. + </p> + <p> + “If such be your purpose,” pursued Wolsey, after a pause, during which he + intently scrutinised the knight's countenance, “I will assist you in it. + Be ruled by me, and you shall have a deep and full revenge.” + </p> + <p> + “Say on,” rejoined Wyat, his eyes blazing with infernal fire, and his hand + involuntarily clutching the handle of his dagger. + </p> + <p> + “If I read you aright,” continued the cardinal, “you are arrived at that + pitch of desperation when life itself becomes indifferent, and when but + one object remains to be gained—” + </p> + <p> + “And that is vengeance!” interrupted Wyat fiercely. “Right, cardinal—right. + I will have vengeance—terrible vengeance!” + </p> + <p> + “You shall. But I will not deceive you. You will purchase what you seek at + the price of your own head.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not,” replied Wyat. “All sentiments of love and loyalty are + swallowed up by jealousy and burning hate. Nothing but blood can allay the + fever that consumes me. Show me how to slay him!” + </p> + <p> + “Him!” echoed the cardinal, in alarm and horror. “Wretch! would you kill + your king? God forbid that I should counsel the injury of a hair of his + head! I do not want you to play the assassin, Wyat,” he added more calmly, + “but the just avenger. Liberate the king from the thraldom of the + capricious siren who enslaves him, and you will do a service to the whole + country. A word from you—a letter—a token—will cast her + from the king, and place her on the block. And what matter? The gory + scaffold were better than Henry's bed.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot harm her,” cried Wyat distractedly. “I love her still, devotedly + as ever. She was in my power yesterday, and without your aid, cardinal, I + could have wreaked my vengeance upon her, if I had been so minded.” + </p> + <p> + “You were then in her chamber, as the king suspected?” cried Wolsey, with + a look of exultation. “Trouble yourself no more, Sir Thomas. I will take + the part of vengeance off your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “My indiscretion will avail you little, cardinal,” replied Wyat sternly. + “A hasty word proves nothing. I will perish on the rack sooner than accuse + Anne Boleyn. I am a desperate man, but not so desperate as you suppose me. + A moment ago I might have been led on, by the murderous and traitorous + impulse that prompted me, to lift my hand against the king, but I never + could have injured her.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a madman!” cried Wolsey impatiently, “and it is a waste of time + to argue with you. I wish you good speed on your journey. On your return + you will find Anne Boleyn Queen of England.” + </p> + <p> + “And you disgraced,” rejoined Wyat, as, with a malignant and vindictive + look, the cardinal quitted the chamber. + </p> + <p> + Again left alone, Wyat fell into another fit of despondency from which he + roused himself with difficulty, and went forth to visit the Earl of Surrey + in the Round Tower. + </p> + <p> + Some delay occurred before he could obtain access to the earl. The + halberdier stationed at the entrance to the keep near the Norman Tower + refused to admit him without the order of the officer in command of the + tower, and as the latter was not in the way at the moment, Wyat had to + remain without till he made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + While thus detained, he beheld Anne Boleyn and her royal lover mount their + steeds in the upper ward, and ride forth, with their attendants, on a + hawking expedition. Anne Boleyn bore a beautiful falcon on her wrist—Wyat's + own gift to her in happier days—and looked full of coquetry, + animation, and delight—without the vestige of a cloud upon her brow, + or a care on her countenance. With increased bitterness of heart, he + turned from the sight, and shrouded himself beneath the gateway of the + Norman Tower. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this, the officer appeared, and at once according Wyat + permission to see the earl, preceded him up the long flight of stone steps + communicating with the upper part of the keep, and screened by an + embattled and turreted structure, constituting a covered way to the Round + Tower. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the landing, the officer unlocked a door on the left, and + ushered his companion into the prisoner's chamber. + </p> + <p> + Influenced by the circular shape of the structure in which it was + situated, and of which it formed a segment, the farther part of this + chamber was almost lost to view, and a number of cross-beams and wooden + pillars added to its sombre and mysterious appearance. The walls were of + enormous thickness, and a narrow loophole, terminating a deep embrasure, + afforded but scanty light. Opposite the embrasure sat Surrey, at a small + table covered with books and writing materials. A lute lay beside him on + the floor, and there were several astrological and alchemical implements + within reach. + </p> + <p> + So immersed was the youthful prisoner in study, that he was not aware, + until a slight exclamation was uttered by Wyat, of the entrance of the + latter. He then arose, and gave him welcome. + </p> + <p> + Nothing material passed between them as long as the officer remained in + the chamber, but on his departure Surrey observed laughingly to his + friend, “And how doth my fair cousin, the Lady Anne Boleyn?” + </p> + <p> + “She has just ridden forth with the king, to hawk in the park,” replied + Wyat moodily. “For myself, l am ordered on a mission to France, but I + could not depart without entreating your forgiveness for the jeopardy in + which I have placed you. Would I could take your place.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not heed me,” replied Surrey; “I am well content with what has + happened. Virgil and Homer, Dante and Petrarch, are the companions of my + confinement; and in good sooth, I am glad to be alone. Amid the + distractions of the court I could find little leisure for the muse.” + </p> + <p> + “Your situation is, in many respects, enviable, Surrey,” replied Wyat. + “Disturbed by no jealous doubts and fears, you can beguile the tedious + hours in the cultivation of your poetical tastes, or in study. Still, I + must needs reproach myself with being the cause of your imprisonment.” + </p> + <p> + “I repeat, you have done me a service,” rejoined the earl, “I would lay + down my life for my fair cousin, Anne Boleyn, and I am glad to be able to + prove the sincerity of my regard for you, Wyat. I applaud the king's + judgment in sending you to France, and if you will be counselled by me, + you will stay there long enough to forget her who now occasions you so + much uneasiness.” + </p> + <p> + “Will the Fair Geraldine be forgotten when the term of your imprisonment + shall expire, my lord?” asked Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Of a surety not,” replied the earl. + </p> + <p> + “And yet, in less than two months I shall return from France,” rejoined + Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Our cases are not alike,” said Surrey. “The Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald has + plighted her troth to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Anne Boleyn vowed eternal constancy to me,” cried Wyat bitterly; “and you + see how she kept her oath. The absent are always in danger; and few women + are proof against ambition. Vanity—vanity is the rock they split + upon. May you never experience from Richmond the wrong I have experienced + from his father.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no fear,” replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, there was a slight noise in that part of the chamber which + was buried in darkness. + </p> + <p> + “Have we a listener here?” cried Wyat, grasping his sword. + </p> + <p> + “Not unless it be a four-legged one from the dungeons beneath,” replied + Surrey. “But you were speaking of Richmond. He visited me this morning, + and came to relate the particulars of a mysterious adventure that occurred + to him last night.” + </p> + <p> + And the earl proceeded to detail what had befallen the duke in the forest. + </p> + <p> + “A marvellous story, truly!” said Wyat, pondering upon the relation. “I + will seek out the demon huntsman myself.” + </p> + <p> + Again a noise similar to that heard a moment before resounded from the + lower part of the room. Wyat immediately flew thither, and drawing his + sword, searched about with its point, but ineffectually. + </p> + <p> + “It could not be fancy,” he said; “and yet nothing is to be found.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not like jesting about Herne the Hunter,” remarked Surrey, “after + what I myself have seen. In your present frame of mind I advise you not to + hazard an interview with the fiend. He has power over the desperate.” + </p> + <p> + Wyat returned no answer. He seemed lost in gloomy thought, and soon + afterwards took his leave. + </p> + <p> + On returning to his lodgings, he summoned his attendants, and ordered them + to proceed to Kingston, adding that he would join them there early the + next morning. One of them, an old serving-man, noticing the exceeding + haggardness of his looks, endeavoured to persuade him to go with them; but + Wyat, with a harshness totally unlike his customary manner, which was + gracious and kindly in the extreme, peremptorily refused. + </p> + <p> + “You look very ill, Sir Thomas,” said the old servant; “worse than I ever + remember seeing you. Listen to my counsel, I beseech you. Plead ill health + with the king in excuse of your mission to France, and retire for some + months to recruit your strength and spirits at Allington.” + </p> + <p> + “Tush, Adam Twisden! I am well enough,” exclaimed Wyat impatiently. “Go + and prepare my mails.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, dear master,” cried old Adam, bending the knee before him, and + pressing his hand to his lips; “something tells me that if I leave you now + I shall never see you again. There is a paleness in your cheek, and a fire + in your eye, such as I never before observed in you, or in mortal man. I + tremble to say it, but you look like one possessed by the fiend. Forgive + my boldness, sir. I speak from affection and duty. I was serving-man to + your father, good Sir Henry Wyat, before you, and I love you as a son, + while I honour you as a master. I have heard that there are evil beings in + the forest—nay, even within the castle—who lure men to + perdition by promising to accomplish their wicked desires. I trust no such + being has crossed your path.” + </p> + <p> + “Make yourself easy, good Adam,” replied Wyat; “no fiend has tempted me.” + </p> + <p> + “Swear it, sir,” cried the old man eagerly—“swear it by the Holy + Trinity.” + </p> + <p> + “By the Holy Trinity, I swear it,” replied Wyat. + </p> + <p> + As the words were uttered, the door behind the arras was suddenly shut + with violence. + </p> + <p> + “Curses on you, villain! you have left the door open,” cried Wyat + fiercely. “Our conversation has been overheard.” + </p> + <p> + “I will soon see by whom,” cried Adam, springing to his feet, and rushing + towards the door, which opened upon a long corridor. + </p> + <p> + “Well!” cried Wyat, as Adam returned the next moment, with cheeks almost + as white as his own—“was it the cardinal?” + </p> + <p> + “It was the devil, I believe!” replied the old man. “I could see no one.” + </p> + <p> + “It would not require supernatural power to retreat into an adjoining + chamber!” replied Wyat, affecting an incredulity he was far from feeling. + </p> + <p> + “Your worship's adjuration was strangely interrupted,” cried the old man, + crossing himself devoutly. “Saint Dunstan and Saint Christopher shield us + from evil spirits!” + </p> + <p> + “A truce to your idle terrors, Adam,” said Wyat. “Take these packets,” he + added, giving him Henry's despatches, “and guard them as you would your + life. I am going on an expedition of some peril to-night, and do not + choose to keep them about me. Bid the grooms have my steed in readiness an + hour before midnight.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope your worship is not about to ride into the forest at that hour?” + said Adam, trembling. “I was told by the stout archer, whom the king + dubbed Duke of Shoreditch, that he and the Duke of Richmond ventured + thither last night, and that they saw a legion of demons mounted on + coal-black horses, and amongst them Mark Fytton, the butcher, who was + hanged a few days ago from the Curfew Tower by the king's order, and whose + body so strangely disappeared. Do not go into the forest, dear Sir + Thomas!” + </p> + <p> + “No more of this!” cried Wyat fiercely. “Do as I bid you, and if I join + you not before noon to-morrow, proceed to Rochester, and there await my + coming.” + </p> + <p> + “I never expect to see you again, sir!” groaned the old man, as he took + his leave. + </p> + <p> + The anxious concern evinced in his behalf by his old and trusty servant + was not without effect on Sir Thomas Wyat, and made him hesitate in his + design; but by-and-by another access of jealous rage came on, and + overwhelmed all his better resolutions. He remained within his chamber to + a late hour, and then issuing forth, proceeded to the terrace at the north + of the castle, where he was challenged by a sentinel, but was suffered to + pass on, on giving the watch-word. + </p> + <p> + The night was profoundly dark, and the whole of the glorious prospect + commanded by the terrace shrouded from view. But Wyat's object in coming + thither was to gaze, for the last time, at that part of the castle which + enclosed Anne Boleyn, and knowing well the situation of her apartments, he + fixed his eyes upon the windows; but although numerous lights streamed + from the adjoining corridor, all here was buried in obscurity. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly, however, the chamber was illumined, and he beheld Henry and Anne + Boleyn enter it, preceded by a band of attendants bearing tapers. It + needed not Wyat's jealousy-sharpened gaze to read, even at that distance, + the king's enamoured looks, or Anne Boleyn's responsive glances. He saw + that one of Henry's arms encircled her waist, while the other caressed her + yielding hand. They paused. Henry bent forward, and Anne half averted her + head, but not so much so as to prevent the king from imprinting a long and + fervid kiss upon her lips. + </p> + <p> + Terrible was its effect upon Wyat. An adder's bite would have been less + painful. His hands convulsively clutched together; his hair stood erect + upon his head; a shiver ran through his frame; and he tottered back + several paces. When he recovered, Henry had bidden good-night to the + object of his love, and, having nearly gained the door, turned and waved a + tender valediction to her. As soon as he was gone, Anne looked round with + a smile of ineffable pride and pleasure at her attendants, but a cloud of + curtains dropping over the window shrouded her from the sight of her + wretched lover. + </p> + <p> + In a state of agitation wholly indescribable, Wyat staggered towards the + edge of the terrace—it might be with the design of flinging himself + from it—but when within a few yards of the low parapet wall + defending its precipitous side, he perceived a tall dark figure standing + directly in his path, and halted. Whether the object he beheld was human + or not he could not determine, but it seemed of more than mortal stature. + It was wrapped in a long black cloak, and wore a high conical cap on its + head. Before Wyat could speak the figure addressed him. + </p> + <p> + “You desire to see Herne the Hunter,” said the figure, in a deep, + sepulchral tone. “Ride hence to the haunted beechtree near the marsh, at + the farther side of the forest, and you will find him.” + </p> + <p> + “You are Herne—I feel it,” cried Wyat. “Why go into the forest? + Speak now.” + </p> + <p> + And he stepped forward with the intention of grasping the figure, but it + eluded him, and, with a mocking laugh, melted into the darkness. + </p> + <p> + Wyat advanced to the edge of the terrace and looked over the parapet, but + he could see nothing except the tops of the tall trees springing from the + side of the moat. Flying to the sentinel, he inquired whether any one had + passed him, but the man returned an angry denial. + </p> + <p> + Awestricken and agitated, Wyat quitted the terrace, and, seeking his + steed, mounted him, and galloped into the forest. + </p> + <p> + “If he I have seen be not indeed the fiend, he will scarcely outstrip me + in the race,” he cried, as his steed bore him at a furious pace up the + long avenue. + </p> + <p> + The gloom was here profound, being increased by the dense masses of + foliage beneath which he was riding. By the time, however, that he reached + the summit of Snow Hill the moon struggled through the clouds, and threw a + wan glimmer over the leafy wilderness around. The deep slumber of the + woods was unbroken by any sound save that of the frenzied rider bursting + through them. + </p> + <p> + Well acquainted with the forest, Wyat held on a direct course. His brain + was on fire, and the fury of his career increased his fearful excitement. + Heedless of all impediments, he pressed forward—now dashing beneath + overhanging boughs at the risk of his neck—now skirting the edge of + a glen where a false step might have proved fatal. + </p> + <p> + On—on he went, his frenzy increasing each moment. + </p> + <p> + At length he reached the woody height overlooking the marshy tract that + formed the limit of his ride. Once more the moon had withdrawn her lustre, + and a huge indistinct black mass alone pointed out the position of the + haunted tree. Around it wheeled a large white owl, distinguishable by its + ghostly plumage through the gloom, like a sea-bird in a storm, and hooting + bodingly as it winged its mystic flight. No other sound was heard, nor + living object seen. + </p> + <p> + While gazing into the dreary expanse beneath him, Wyat for the first time + since starting experienced a sensation of doubt and dread; and the warning + of his old and faithful attendant rushed upon his mind. He tried to recite + a prayer, but the words died away on his lips—neither would his + fingers fashion the symbol of a cross. + </p> + <p> + But even these admonitions did not restrain him. Springing from his + foaming and panting steed, and taking the bridle in his hand, he descended + the side of the acclivity. Ever and anon a rustling among the grass told + him that a snake, with which description of reptile the spot abounded, was + gliding away from him. His horse, which had hitherto been all fire and + impetuosity, now began to manifest symptoms of alarm, quivered in every + limb, snorted, and required to be dragged along forcibly. + </p> + <p> + When within a few paces of the tree, its enormous rifted trunk became + fully revealed to him; but no one was beside it. Wyat then stood still, + and cried in a loud, commanding tone, “Spirit, I summon thee!—appear!” + </p> + <p> + At these words a sound like a peal of thunder rolled over head, + accompanied by screeches of discordant laughter. Other strange and + unearthly noises were heard, and amidst the din a blue phosphoric light + issued from the yawning crevice in the tree, while a tall, gaunt figure, + crested with an antlered helm, sprang from it. At the same moment a swarm + of horribly grotesque, swart objects, looking like imps, appeared amid the + branches of the tree, and grinned and gesticulated at Wyat, whose courage + remained unshaken during the fearful ordeal. Not so his steed. After + rearing and plunging violently, the affrighted animal broke its hold and + darted off into the swamp, where it floundered and was lost. + </p> + <p> + “You have called me, Sir Thomas Wyat,” said the demon, in a sepulchral + tone. “I am here. What would you?” + </p> + <p> + “My name being known to you, spirit of darkness, my errand should be + also,” replied Wyat boldly. + </p> + <p> + “Your errand is known to me,” replied the demon. “You have lost a + mistress, and would regain her?” + </p> + <p> + “I would give my soul to win her back from my kingly rival,” cried Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “I accept your offer,” rejoined the spirit. “Anne Boleyn shall be yours. + Your hand upon the compact.” + </p> + <p> + Wyat stretched forth his hand, and grasped that of the demon. + </p> + <p> + His fingers were compressed as if by a vice, and he felt himself dragged + towards the tree, while a stifling and sulphurous vapour rose around him. + A black veil fell over his head, and was rapidly twined around his brow in + thick folds. + </p> + <p> + Amid yells of fiendish laughter he was then lifted from the ground, thrust + into the hollow of the tree, and thence, as it seemed to him, conveyed + into a deep subterranean cave. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In what manner Wolsey put his Scheme into Operation. +</pre> + <p> + Foiled in his scheme of making Wyat the instrument of Anne Boleyn's + overthrow, Wolsey determined to put into immediate operation the plan he + had conceived of bringing forward a rival to her with the king. If a + choice had been allowed him, he would have selected some high-born dame + for the purpose; but as this was out of the question—and as, indeed, + Henry had of late proved insensible to the attractions of all the beauties + that crowded his court except Anne Boleyn—he trusted to the + forester's fair granddaughter to accomplish his object. The source whence + he had received intelligence of the king's admiration of Mabel Lyndwood + was his jester, Patch—a shrewd varlet who, under the mask of folly, + picked up many an important secret for his master, and was proportionately + rewarded. + </p> + <p> + Before executing the scheme, it was necessary to ascertain whether the + damsel's beauty was as extraordinary as it had been represented; and with + this view, Wolsey mounted his mule one morning, and, accompanied by Patch + and another attendant, rode towards the forest. + </p> + <p> + It was a bright and beautiful morning, and preoccupied as he was, the + plotting cardinal could not be wholly insensible to the loveliness of the + scene around him. Crossing Spring Hill, he paused at the head of a long + glade, skirted on the right by noble beech-trees whose silver stems + sparkled in the sun shine, and extending down to the thicket now called + Cooke's Hill Wood. From this point, as from every other eminence on the + northern side of the forest, a magnificent view of the castle was + obtained. + </p> + <p> + The sight of the kingly pile, towering above its vassal woods, kindled + high and ambitious thoughts in his breast. + </p> + <p> + “The lord of that proud structure has been for years swayed by me,” he + mused, “and shall the royal puppet be at last wrested from me by a woman's + hand? Not if I can hold my own.” + </p> + <p> + Roused by the reflection, he quickened his pace, and shaping his course + towards Black Nest, reached in a short time the borders of a wide swamp + lying between the great lake and another pool of water of less extent + situated in the heart of the forest. This wild and dreary marsh, the haunt + of the bittern and the plover, contrasted forcibly and disagreeably with + the rich sylvan district he had just quitted. + </p> + <p> + “I should not like to cross this swamp at night,” he observed to Patch, + who rode close behind him. + </p> + <p> + “Nor I, your grace,” replied the buffoon. “We might chance to be led by a + will-o'-the-wisp to a watery grave.” + </p> + <p> + “Such treacherous fires are not confined to these regions, knave,” + rejoined Wolsey. “Mankind are often lured, by delusive gleams of glory and + power, into quagmires deep and pitfalls. Holy Virgin; what have we here?” + </p> + <p> + The exclamation was occasioned by a figure that suddenly emerged from the + ground at a little distance on the right. Wolsey's mule swerved so much as + almost to endanger his seat, and he called out in a loud angry tone to the + author of the annoyance—“Who are you, knave? and what do you here?” + </p> + <p> + I am a keeper of the forest, an't please your grace, replied the other, + doffing his cap, and disclosing harsh features which by no means + recommended him to the cardinal, “and am named Morgan Fenwolf. I was + crouching among the reeds to get a shot at a fat buck, when your approach + called me to my feet.” + </p> + <p> + “By St. Jude! this is the very fellow, your grace, who shot the hart-royal + the other day,” cried Patch. + </p> + <p> + “And so preserved the Lady Anne Boleyn,” rejoined the cardinal. “Art sure + of it, knave?” + </p> + <p> + “As sure as your grace is of canonisation,” replied Patch. “That shot + should have brought you a rich reward, friend—either from the king's + highness or the Lady Anne,” remarked Wolsey to the keeper. + </p> + <p> + “It has brought me nothing,” rejoined Fenwolf sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” exclaimed the cardinal. “Give the fellow a piece of gold, Patch.” + </p> + <p> + “Methinks I should have better earned your grace's bounty if I had let the + hart work his will,” said Fenwolf, reluctantly receiving the coin. + </p> + <p> + “How, fellow?” cried the cardinal, knitting his brows. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I mean no offence,” replied Fenwolf; “but the rumour goes that your + grace and the Lady Anne are not well affected towards each other.” + </p> + <p> + “The rumour is false,” rejoined the cardinal, “and you can now contradict + it on your own experience. Harkee, sirrah! where lies Tristram Lyndwood's + hut?” + </p> + <p> + Fenwolf looked somewhat surprised and confused by the question. + </p> + <p> + “It lies on the other side of yonder rising ground, about half a mile + hence,” he said. “But if your grace is seeking old Tristram, you will not + find him. I parted with him, half-an-hour ago, on Hawk's Hill, and he was + then on his way to the deer-pen at Bray Wood.” + </p> + <p> + “If I see his granddaughter Mabel, it will suffice,” rejoined the + cardinal. “I am told she is a comely damsel. Is it so?” + </p> + <p> + “I am but an indifferent judge of beauty,” replied Fenwolf moodily. + </p> + <p> + “Lead my mule across this swamp, thou senseless loon,” said the cardinal, + “and I will give thee my blessing.” + </p> + <p> + With a very ill grace Fenwolf complied, and conducted Wolsey to the + farther side of the marsh. + </p> + <p> + “If your grace pursues the path over the hill,” he said, “and then strikes + into the first opening on the right, it will bring you to the place you + seek.” And, without waiting for the promised blessing, he disappeared + among the trees. + </p> + <p> + On reaching the top of the hill, Wolsey descried the hut through an + opening in the trees at a few hundred yards' distance. It was pleasantly + situated on the brink of the lake, at the point where its width was + greatest, and where it was fed by a brook that flowed into it from a large + pool of water near Sunninghill. + </p> + <p> + From the high ground where Wolsey now stood the view of the lake was + beautiful. For nearly a mile its shining expanse was seen stretching out + between banks of varied form, sometimes embayed, sometimes running out + into little headlands, but everywhere clothed with timber almost to the + water's edge. Wild fowl skimmed over its glassy surface, or dipped in + search of its finny prey, and here and there a heron might be detected + standing in some shallow nook, and feasting on the smaller fry. A flight + of cawing rooks were settling upon the tall trees on the right bank, and + the voices of the thrush, the blackbird, and other feathered songsters + burst in redundant melody from the nearer groves. + </p> + <p> + A verdant path, partly beneath the trees, and partly on the side of the + lake, led Wolsey to the forester's hut. Constructed of wood and clay, with + a thatched roof, green with moss, and half overgrown with ivy, the little + building was in admirable keeping with the surrounding scenery. Opposite + the door, and opening upon the lake, stood a little boathouse, and beside + it a few wooden steps, defended by a handrail, ran into the water. A few + yards beyond the boathouse the brook before mentioned emptied its waters + into the lake. + </p> + <p> + Gazing with much internal satisfaction at the hut, Wolsey bade Patch + dismount, and ascertain whether Mabel was within. The buffoon obeyed, + tried the door, and finding it fastened, knocked, but to no purpose. + </p> + <p> + After a pause of a few minutes, the cardinal was turning away in extreme + disappointment, when a small skiff, rowed by a female hand, shot round an + angle of the lake and swiftly approached them. A glance from Patch would + have told Wolsey, had he required any such information, that this was the + forester's granddaughter. Her beauty quite ravished him, and drew from him + an exclamation of wonder and delight. Features regular, exquisitely + moulded, and of a joyous expression, a skin dyed like a peach by the sun, + but so as to improve rather than impair its hue; eyes bright, laughing, + and blue as a summer sky; ripe, ruddy lips, and pearly teeth; and hair of + a light and glossy brown, constituted the sum of her attractions. Her + sylph-like figure was charmingly displayed by the graceful exercise on + which she was engaged, and her small hands, seemingly scarcely able to + grasp an oar, impelled the skiff forwards with marvellous velocity, and + apparently without much exertion on her part. + </p> + <p> + Unabashed by the presence of the strangers, though Wolsey's attire could + leave her in no doubt as to his high ecclesiastical dignity, she sprang + ashore at the landing-place, and fastened her bark to the side of the + boathouse. + </p> + <p> + “You are Mabel Lyndwood, I presume, fair maiden?” inquired the cardinal, + in his blandest tones. + </p> + <p> + “Such is my name, your grace,” she replied; “for your garb tells me I am + addressing Cardinal Wolsey.” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal graciously inclined his head. + </p> + <p> + “Chancing to ride in this part of the forest,” he said, “and having heard + of your beauty, I came to see whether the reality equalled the + description, and I find it far transcends it.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel blushed deeply, and cast down her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Would that Henry could see her now!” thought the cardinal, “Anne Boleyn's + reign were nigh at an end.—How long have you dwelt in this cottage, + fair maid?” he added aloud. + </p> + <p> + “My grandsire, Tristram Lyndwood, has lived here fifty years and more,” + replied Mabel, “but I have only been its inmate within these few weeks. + Before that time I lived at Chertsey, under the care of one of the lay + sisters of the monastery there—Sister Anastasia.” + </p> + <p> + “And your parents—where are they?” asked the cardinal curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Alas! your grace, I have none,” replied Mabel with a sigh. “Tristram + Lyndwood is my only living relative. He used to come over once a month to + see me at Chertsey—and latterly, finding his dwelling lonely, for he + lost the old dame who tended it for him, he brought me to dwell with him. + Sister Anastasia was loth to part with me—and I was grieved to leave + her—but I could not refuse my grandsire.” + </p> + <p> + “Of a surety not,” replied the cardinal musingly, and gazing hard at her. + “And you know nothing of your parents?” + </p> + <p> + “Little beyond this,” replied Mabel:—“My father was a keeper of the + forest, and being unhappily gored by a stag, perished of the wound—for + a hurt from a hart's horn, as your grace knows, is certain death; and my + mother pined after him and speedily followed him to the grave. I was then + placed by my grandsire with Sister Anastasia, as I have just related—and + this is all my history.” + </p> + <p> + “A simple yet a curious one,” said Wolsey, still musing. “You are the + fairest maid of low degree I ever beheld. You saw the king at the chase + the other day, Mabel?” + </p> + <p> + “Truly, did I, your grace,” she replied, her eyes brightening and her + colour rising; “and a right noble king he is.” + </p> + <p> + “And as gentle and winning as he is goodly to look upon,” said Wolsey, + smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Report says otherwise,” rejoined Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Report speaks falsely,” cried Wolsey; “I know him well, and he is what I + describe him.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to hear it,” replied Mabel; “and I must own I formed the same + opinion myself—for the smile he threw upon me was one of the + sweetest and kindliest I ever beheld.” + </p> + <p> + “Since you confess so much, fair maiden,” rejoined Wolsey, “I will be + equally frank, and tell you it was from the king's own lips I heard of + your beauty.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said Wolsey, smiling, “if the king is bewitched, I cannot + marvel at it. And now, good day, fair maiden; you will hear more of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace will not refuse me your blessing?” said Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly not, my child,” replied Wolsey, stretching his hands over her. + “All good angels and saints bless you, and hold you in their keeping. Mark + my words: a great destiny awaits you; but in all changes, rest assured you + will find a friend in Cardinal Wolsey.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace overwhelms me with kindness,” cried Mabel; “nor can I conceive + how I have found an interest in your eyes—unless Sister Anastasia or + Father Anslem, of Chertsey Abbey, may have mentioned me to you.” + </p> + <p> + “You have found a more potent advocate with me than either Sister + Anastasia or Father Anselm,” replied Wolsey; “and now, farewell.” + </p> + <p> + And turning the head of his mule, he rode slowly away. + </p> + <p> + On the same day there was a great banquet in the castle, and, as usual, + Wolsey took his station on the right of the sovereign, while the papal + legate occupied a place on the left. Watching a favourable opportunity, + Wolsey observed to Henry that he had been riding that morning in the + forest, and had seen the loveliest damsel that eyes ever fell upon. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! by our Lady! and who may she be?” asked the king curiously. + </p> + <p> + “She can boast little in regard to birth, being grandchild to an old + forester,” replied Wolsey; “but your majesty saw her at the hunting party + the other day.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, now I bethink me of her,” said Henry. “A comely damsel, in good + sooth.” + </p> + <p> + “I know not where her match is to be found,” cried the cardinal. “Would + your majesty had seen her skim over the lake in a fairy boat managed by + herself, as I beheld her this morning. You would have taken her for a + water-sprite, except that no water-sprite was half so beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak in raptures, cardinal,” cried Henry. “I must see this damsel + again. Where does she dwell? I have heard, but it has slipped my memory.” + </p> + <p> + “In a hut near the great lake,” replied Wolsey. “There is some mystery + attached to her birth, which I have not yet fathomed.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave me to unriddle it,” replied the king laughingly. + </p> + <p> + And he turned to talk on other subjects to Campeggio, but Wolsey felt + satisfied that the device was successful. Nor was he mistaken. As Henry + retired from the banquet, he motioned the Duke of Suffolk towards him, and + said, in an undertone—“I shall go forth at dusk to-morrow even in + disguise, and shall require your attendance.” + </p> + <p> + “On a love affair?” asked the duke, in the same tone. + </p> + <p> + “Perchance,” replied Henry; “but I will explain myself more fully anon.” + </p> + <p> + This muttered colloquy was overheard by Patch, and faithfully reported by + him to the cardinal. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Visit of the Two Guildford Merchants to the + Forester's Hut. +</pre> + <p> + Tristam Lyndwood did not return home till late in the evening; and when + informed of the cardinal's visit, he shook his head gravely. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry we went to the hunting party,” he observed. “Valentine + Hagthorne said mischief would come of it, and I wish I had attended to his + advice.” + </p> + <p> + “I see no mischief in the matter, grandsire,” cried Mabel. “On the + contrary, I think I have met with excellent fortune. The good cardinal + promises me a high destiny, and says the king himself noticed me.” + </p> + <p> + “Would his regards had fallen anywhere than on you,” rejoined Tristram. + “But I warrant me you told the cardinal your history—all you know of + it, at least.” + </p> + <p> + “I did so,” she replied; “nor did I know I was doing any harm.” + </p> + <p> + “Answer no such inquiries in future,” said Tristram angrily. + </p> + <p> + “But, grandfather, I could not refuse to answer the cardinal,” she + replied, in a deprecating voice. + </p> + <p> + “No more excuses, but attend to my injunctions,” said Tristram. “Have you + seen Morgan Fenwolf to-day?” + </p> + <p> + “No; and I care not if I never see him again,” she replied pettishly. + </p> + <p> + “You dislike him strangely, Mab,” rejoined her grandfather; “he is the + best keeper in the forest, and makes no secret of his love for you.” + </p> + <p> + “The very reason why I dislike him,” she returned. + </p> + <p> + “By the same rule, if what the cardinal stated be true—though, trust + me, he was but jesting—you ought to dislike the king. But get my + supper. I have need of it, for I have fasted long.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel hastened to obey, and set a mess of hot pottage and other viands + before him. Little more conversation passed between them, for the old man + was weary, and sought his couch early. + </p> + <p> + That night Mabel did nothing but dream of the king—of stately + chambers, rich apparel, and countless attendants. She awoke, and finding + herself in a lowly cottage, and without a single attendant, was, like + other dreamers of imaginary splendour, greatly discontented. + </p> + <p> + The next morning her grandsire went again to Bray Wood, and she was left + to muse upon the event of the previous day. While busied about some + trifling occupation, the door suddenly opened, and Morgan Fenwolf entered + the cottage. He was followed by a tall man, with a countenance of extreme + paleness, but a noble and commanding figure. There was something so + striking in the appearance of the latter person, that it riveted the + attention of Mabel. But no corresponding effect was produced on the + stranger, for he scarcely bestowed a look upon her. + </p> + <p> + Morgan Fenwolf hastily asked whether her grandsire was at home, or near at + hand, and being answered in the negative, appeared much disappointed. He + then said that he must borrow the skiff for a short while, as he wished to + visit some nets on the lake. Mabel readily assented, and the stranger + quitted the house, while Fenwolf lingered to offer some attention to + Mabel, which was so ill received that he was fain to hurry forth to the + boathouse, where he embarked with his companion. As soon as the plash of + oars announced their departure, Mabel went forth to watch them. The + stranger, who was seated in the stern of the boat, for the first time + fixed his large melancholy eyes full upon her, and did not withdraw his + gaze till an angle of the lake hid him from view. + </p> + <p> + Marvelling who he could be, and reproaching herself for not questioning + Fenwolf on the subject, Mabel resolved to repair the error when the skiff + was brought back. But the opportunity did not speedily occur. Hours flew + by, the shades of evening drew on, but neither Fenwolf nor the stranger + returned. + </p> + <p> + Soon after dusk her grandfather came home. He did not express the least + astonishment at Fenwolf's prolonged absence, but said that he was sure to + be back in the course of the evening, and the skiff was not wanted. + </p> + <p> + “He will bring us a fine jack or a carp for dinner to-morrow, I'll warrant + me,” he said. “If he had returned in time we might have had fish for + supper. No matter. I must make shift with the mutton pie and a rasher of + bacon. Morgan did not mention the name of his companion, you say?” + </p> + <p> + “He did not,” replied Mabel; “but I hope he will bring him with him. He is + the goodliest gentleman I ever beheld.” + </p> + <p> + “What! a goodlier gentleman than the king!” cried Tristram. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, they should not be compared,” replied Mabel: “the one is stout and + burly; the other slight, long-visaged, and pale, but handsome withal—very + handsome.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I daresay I shall see him anon,” said Tristram. “And now for + supper, for I am as sharp-set as a wolf; and so is old Hubert,” he added, + glancing affectionately at the hound by which he was attended. + </p> + <p> + Mabel placed the better part of a huge pie before him, which the old + forester attacked with great zeal. He then fell to work upon some slices + of bacon toasted over the embers by his granddaughter, and having washed + them down with a jug of mead, declared he had supped famously. While + taking care of himself, he did not forget his hound. From time to time he + threw him morsels of the pie, and when he had done he gave him a large + platterful of bones. + </p> + <p> + “Old Hubert has served me faithfully nigh twenty years,” he said, patting + the hound's shaggy neck, “and must not be neglected.” + </p> + <p> + Throwing a log of wood on the fire, he drew his chair into the ingle-nook, + and disposed himself to slumber. Meanwhile, Mabel busied herself about her + household concern, and was singing a lulling melody to her grandfather, in + a voice of exquisite sweetness, when a loud tap was heard at the door. + Tristram roused himself from his doze, and old Hubert growled menacingly. + </p> + <p> + “Quiet, Hubert—quiet!” cried Tristram. “It cannot be Morgan + Fenwolf,” he added. “He would never knock thus. Come in, friend, whoever + thou art.” + </p> + <p> + At this invitation two persons darkened the doorway. The foremost was a + man of bulky frame and burly demeanour. He was attired in a buff jerkin, + over which he wore a loose great surcoat; had a flat velvet cap on his + head; and carried a stout staff in his hand. His face was broad and + handsome, though his features could scarcely be discerned in the doubtful + light to which they were submitted. A reddish-coloured beard clothed his + chin. His companion, who appeared a trifle the taller of the two, and + equally robust, was wrapped in a cloak of dark green camlet. + </p> + <p> + “Give you good e'en, friend,” said the foremost stranger to the forester. + “We are belated travellers, on our way from Guildford to Windsor, and, + seeing your cottage, have called to obtain some refreshment before we + cross the great park. We do not ask you to bestow a meal upon us, but will + gladly pay for the best your larder affords.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall have it, and welcome, my masters,” replied Tristram, “but I am + afraid my humble fare will scarcely suit you.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear nothing,” replied the other; “we have good appetites, and are not + over dainty. Beshrew me, friend,” he added, regarding Mabel, “you have a + comely daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “She is my granddaughter, sir,” replied Tristram. + </p> + <p> + “Well, your granddaughter, then,” said the other; “by the mass, a lovely + wench. We have none such in Guildford, and I doubt if the king hath such + in Windsor Castle. What say you, Charles Brandon?” + </p> + <p> + “It were treason to agree with you, Harry La Roy,” replied Brandon, + laughing, “for they say the king visits with the halter all those who + disparage the charms of the Lady Anne Boleyn. But, comparisons apart, this + damsel is very fair.” + </p> + <p> + “You will discompose her, my masters, if you praise her thus to her face,” + said Tristram somewhat testily. “Here, Mab, bring forth all my scanty + larder affords, and put some rashers of bacon on the fire.” + </p> + <p> + “Cold meat and bread will suffice for us,” said Harry: “we will not + trouble the damsel to play the cook.” + </p> + <p> + With this Mabel, who appeared a good deal embarrassed by the presence of + the strangers, spread a cloth of snow-white linen on the little table, and + placed the remains of the pie and a large oven cake before them. The + new-comers sate down, and ate heartily of the humble viands, he who had + answered to the name of Harry frequently stopping in the course of his + repast to compliment his fair attendant. + </p> + <p> + “By our Lady, I have never been so waited on before,” he added, rising and + removing his stool towards the fire, while his companion took up a + position, with his back against the wall, near the fireplace. “And now, my + pretty Mabel, have you never a cup of ale to wash down the pie?” + </p> + <p> + “I can offer you a draught of right good mead, master,” said Tristram; + “and that is the only liquor my cottage can furnish.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing can be better,” replied Harry. “The mead, by all means.” + </p> + <p> + While Mabel went to draw the liquor, Tristram fixed his eyes on Harry, + whose features were now fully revealed by the light of the fire. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you look at me so hard, friend?” demanded Harry bluffly. + </p> + <p> + “I have seen some one very like you, master,” replied Tristram, “and one + whom it is no light honour to resemble.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean the king,” returned Harry, laughing. “You are not the first + person who has thought me like him.” + </p> + <p> + “You are vain of the likeness, I see, master,” replied Tristram, joining + in the laugh. “How say you, Mab?” he added to his granddaughter, who at + that moment returned with a jug and a couple of drinking-horns. “Whom does + this gentleman resemble?” + </p> + <p> + “No one,” returned Mabel, without raising her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “No one,” echoed Harry, chucking her under the chin. “Look me full in the + face, and you will find out your mistake. Marry, if I were the royal + Henry, instead of what I am, a plain Guildford merchant, I should prefer + you to Anne Boleyn.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that said in good sooth, sir?” asked Mabel, slightly raising her eyes, + and instantly dropping them before the ardent gaze of the self-styled + merchant. + </p> + <p> + “In good sooth and sober truth,” replied Henry, rounding his arm and + placing his hand on his lusty thigh in true royal fashion. + </p> + <p> + “Were you the royal Henry, I should not care for your preference,” said + Mabel more confidently. “My grandsire says the king changes his love as + often as the moon changes—nay, oftener.” + </p> + <p> + “God's death!—your grandsire is a false knave to say so! cried + Harry. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven help us! you swear the king's oaths,” said Mabel. “And wherefore + not, sweetheart?” said Harry, checking himself. “It is enough to make one + swear, and in a royal fashion too, to hear one's liege lord unjustly + accused. I have ever heard the king styled a mirror of constancy. How say + you, Charles Brandon?—can you not give him a good character?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! an excellent character,” said Brandon. “He is constancy itself—while + the fit lasts,” he added, aside. + </p> + <p> + “You hear what my friend says, sweetheart,” observed Harry; “and I assure + you he has the best opportunities of judging. But I'll be sworn you did + not believe your grand-sire when he thus maligned the king.” + </p> + <p> + “She contradicted me flatly,” said Tristram. “But pour out the mead, girl; + our guests are waiting for it.” + </p> + <p> + While Mabel, in compliance with her grandsire's directions, filled the + horn, the door of the cottage was noiselessly opened by Morgan Fenwolf, + who stepped in, followed by Bawsey. He stared inquisitively at the + strangers, but both were so much occupied by the damsel that he remained + unnoticed. A sign from the old forester told him he had better retire: + jealous curiosity, however, detained him, and he tarried till Harry had + received the cup from Mabel, and drained it to her health. He then drew + back, closed the door softly, and joined a dark and mysterious figure, + with hideous lineaments and an antlered helm upon its brows, lurking + outside the cottage. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, a cup of mead having been offered to Brandon, he observed to + his companion, “We must now be setting forth on our journey. Night is + advancing, and we have five long miles to traverse across the great park.” + </p> + <p> + “I would stay where I am,” rejoined Harry, “and make a bench near the fire + serve me in lieu of a couch, but that business requires our presence at + the castle to-night. There is payment for our meal, friend,” he added, + giving a mark to Tristram, “and as we shall probably return to-morrow + night, we will call and have another supper with you. Provide us a capon, + and some fish from the lake.” + </p> + <p> + “You pay as you swear, good sir, royally,” replied Tristram. “You shall + have a better supper to-morrow night.” + </p> + <p> + “You have a dangerous journey before you, sir,” said Mabel. “They say + there are plunderers and evil spirits in the great park.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no fear of any such, sweetheart,” replied Harry. “I have a strong + arm to defend myself, and so has my friend Charles Brandon. And as to evil + spirits, a kiss from you will shield me from all ill.” + </p> + <p> + And as he spoke, he drew her towards him, and clasping her in his arms, + imprinted a score of rapid kisses on her lips. + </p> + <p> + “Hold! hold, master!” cried Tristram, rising angrily; “this may not be. + 'Tis an arrant abuse of hospitality.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, be not offended, good friend,” replied Harry, laughing. “I am on the + look-out for a wife, and I know not but I may take your granddaughter with + me to Guildford.” + </p> + <p> + “She is not to be so lightly won,” cried Tristram; “for though I am but a + poor forester, I rate her as highly as the haughtiest noble can rate his + child.” + </p> + <p> + “And with reason,” said Harry. “Good-night, sweet-heart! By my crown, + Suffolk!” he exclaimed to his companion, as he quitted the cottage, “she + is an angel, and shall be mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if my arm serves me truly,” muttered Fenwolf, who, with his + mysterious companion, had stationed himself at the window of the hut. + </p> + <p> + “Do him no injury,” returned the other; “he is only to be made + captive-mark that. And now to apprise Sir Thomas Wyat. We must intercept + them before they reach their horses.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Herne the Hunter showed the Earl of Surrey the Fair + Geraldine in a Vision. +</pre> + <p> + On the third day after Surrey's imprisonment in the keep, he was removed + to the Norman Tower. The chamber allotted him was square, tolerably lofty, + and had two narrow-pointed windows on either side, looking on the one hand + into the upper quadrangle, and on the other into the middle ward. At the + same time permission was accorded him to take exercise on the battlements + of the Round Tower, or within the dry and grassy moat at its foot. + </p> + <p> + The Fair Geraldine, he was informed, had been sent to the royal palace at + Greenwich; but her absence occasioned him little disquietude, because he + knew, if she had remained at Windsor, he would not have been allowed to + see her. + </p> + <p> + On the same day that Surrey was removed to the Norman Tower, the Duke of + Richmond quitted the castle without assigning any motive for his + departure, or even taking leave of his friend. At first some jealous + mistrust that he might be gone to renew his suit to the Fair Geraldine + troubled the earl; but he strongly combated the feeling, as calculated, if + indulged, to destroy his tranquillity; and by fixing his thoughts + sedulously on other subjects, he speedily succeeded in overcoming it. + </p> + <p> + On that night, while occupied in a translation of the Aeneid which he had + commenced, he remained at his task till a late hour. The midnight bell had + tolled, when, looking up, he was startled by perceiving a tall figure + standing silent and motionless beside him. + </p> + <p> + Independently of the difficulty of accounting for its presence, the + appearance of the figure was in itself sufficiently appalling. It was + above the ordinary stature, and was enveloped in a long black cloak, while + a tall, conical black cap, which added to its height, and increased the + hideousness of its features, covered its head. + </p> + <p> + For a few minutes Surrey remained gazing at the figure in mute + astonishment, during which it maintained the same motionless posture. At + length he was able to murmur forth the interrogation, “Who art thou?” + </p> + <p> + “A friend,” replied the figure, in a sepulchral tone. + </p> + <p> + “Are you a man or spirit?” demanded Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “It matters not—I am a friend,” rejoined the figure. + </p> + <p> + “On what errand come you here?” asked Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “To serve you,” replied the figure; “to liberate you. You shall go hence + with me, if you choose.” + </p> + <p> + “On what condition?” rejoined Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “We will speak of that when we are out of the castle, and on the green sod + of the forest,” returned the figure. + </p> + <p> + “You tempt in vain,” cried Surrey. “I will not go with you. I recognise in + you the demon hunter Herne.” The figure laughed hollowly—so hollowly + that Surrey's flesh crept upon his bones. + </p> + <p> + “You are right, lord of Surrey,” he said; “I am Herne the Hunter. You must + join me. Sir Thomas Wyat is already one of my band.” + </p> + <p> + “You lie, false fiend!” rejoined Surrey. “Sir Thomas Wyat is in France.” + </p> + <p> + “It is you who lie, lord of Surrey,” replied Herne; “Sir Thomas Wyat is + now in the great park. You shall see him in a few minutes, if you will + come with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I disbelieve you, tempter!” cried Surrey indignantly. “Wyat is too good a + Christian, and too worthy a knight, to league with a demon.” + </p> + <p> + Again Herne laughed bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Thomas Wyat told you he would seek me out,” said the demon. “He did + so, and gave himself to me for Anne Boleyn.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have no power over her, demon?” cried Surrey, shuddering. + </p> + <p> + “You will learn whether I have or not, in due time,” replied Herne. “Do + you refuse to go with me?” + </p> + <p> + “I refuse to deliver myself to perdition,” rejoined the earl. + </p> + <p> + “An idle fear,” rejoined Herne. “I care not for your soul—you will + destroy it without my aid. I have need of you. You shall be back again in + this chamber before the officer visits it in the morning, and no one shall + be aware of your absence. Come, or I will bear you hence.” + </p> + <p> + “You dare not touch me,” replied Surrey, placing his hand upon his breast; + “I am armed with a holy relic.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” said Herne; “and I feel its power, or I would not have + trifled with you thus long. But it cannot shield you from a rival. You + believe the Fair Geraldine constant—ha?” + </p> + <p> + “I know her to be so,” said Surrey. + </p> + <p> + A derisive laugh broke from Herne. + </p> + <p> + “Peace, mocking fiend!” cried Surrey furiously. + </p> + <p> + “I laugh to think how you are deceived,” said Herne. “Would you behold + your mistress now?—would you see how she conducts herself during + your absence?” + </p> + <p> + “If you choose to try me, I will not oppose the attempt,” replied Surrey; + “but it will be futile.” + </p> + <p> + “Remove the relic from your person,” rejoined Herne. “Place it upon the + table, within your grasp, and you shall see her.” + </p> + <p> + Surrey hesitated; but he was not proof against the low mocking laugh of + the demon. + </p> + <p> + “No harm can result from it,” he cried at length, detaching the relic from + his neck, and laying it on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Extinguish the light!” cried Herne, in a commanding voice. + </p> + <p> + Surrey instantly sprang to his feet, and dashed the lamp off the table. + “Behold!” cried the demon. + </p> + <p> + And instantly a vision, representing the form and lineaments of the Fair + Geraldine to the life, shone forth against the opposite wall of the + chamber. At the feet of the visionary damsel knelt a shape resembling the + Duke of Richmond. He was pressing the hand extended to him by the Fair + Geraldine to his lips, and a smile of triumph irradiated his features. + </p> + <p> + “Such is man's friendship—such woman's constancy!” cried Herne. “Are + you now satisfied?” + </p> + <p> + “I am, that you have deceived me, false spirit!” cried the earl. “I would + not believe the Fair Geraldine inconstant, though all hell told me so.” + </p> + <p> + A terrible laugh broke from the demon, and the vision faded away. All + became perfect darkness, and for a few moments the earl remained silent. + He then called to the demon, but receiving no answer, put forth his hand + towards the spot where he had stood. He was gone. + </p> + <p> + Confounded, Surrey returned to the table, and searched for the relic, but, + with a feeling of indescribable anguish and self-reproach, found that it + had likewise disappeared. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What befell Sir Thomas Wyat in the Sandstone Cave—And how + he drank a maddening Potion. +</pre> + <p> + THE cave in which Sir Thomas Wyat found himself, on the removal of the + bandage from his eyes, was apparently—for it was only lighted by a + single torch—of considerable width and extent, and hewn out of a bed + of soft sandstone. The roof, which might be about ten feet high, was + supported by the trunks of three large trees rudely fashioned into + pillars. There were several narrow lateral passages within it, apparently + communicating with other caverns; and at the farther end, which was almost + buried in obscurity, there was a gleam seemingly occasioned by the + reflection of the torchlight upon water. On the right hand stood a pile of + huge stones, disposed somewhat in the form of a Druidical altar, on the + top of which, as on a throne, sat the demon hunter, surrounded by his + satellites—one of whom, horned and bearded like a satyr, had + clambered the roughened sides of the central pillar, and held a torch over + the captive's head. + </p> + <p> + Half-stifled by the noxious vapour he had inhaled, and blinded by the + tightness of the bandage, it was some time before Wyat fully recovered his + powers of sight and utterance. + </p> + <p> + “Why am I brought hither, false fiend?” he demanded at length. + </p> + <p> + “To join my band,” replied the demon harshly and imperiously. + </p> + <p> + “Never!” rejoined Wyat. “I will have nought to do with you, except as + regards our compact.” + </p> + <p> + “What I require from you is part of our compact,” rejoined the demon. “He + who has once closed hands with Herne the Hunter cannot retreat. But I mean + you fairly, and will not delude you with false expectation. What you seek + cannot be accomplished on the instant. Ere three days Anne Boleyn shall be + yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me some proof that you are not deceiving me, spirit,” said Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Come, then!” replied Herne. So saying, he sprang from the stone, and, + taking Wyat's hand, led him towards the lower end of the cave, which + gradually declined till it reached the edge of a small but apparently deep + pool of water, the level of which rose above the rock that formed its + boundary. + </p> + <p> + “Remove the torch!” thundered the demon to those behind. “Now summon your + false love, Sir Thomas Wyat,” he added, as his orders were obeyed, and the + light was taken into one of the side passages, so that its gleam no longer + fell upon the water. + </p> + <p> + “Appear, Anne Boleyn!” cried Wyat. + </p> + <p> + Upon this a shadowy resemblance of her he had invoked flitted over the + surface of the water, with hands outstretched towards him. So moved was + Wyat by the vision, that he would have flung himself into the pool to + grasp it if he had not been forcibly detained by the demon. During the + struggle the figure vanished, and all was buried in darkness. + </p> + <p> + “I have said she shall be yours,” cried Herne; “but time is required for + the accomplishment of my purpose. I have only power over her when evil is + predominant in her heart. But such moments are not unfrequent,” he added, + with a bitter laugh. “And now to the chase. I promise you it will be a + wilder and more exciting ride than you ever enjoyed in the king's company. + To the chase!—to the chase, I say!” + </p> + <p> + Sounding a call upon his horn, the light instantly reappeared. All was + stir and confusion amid the impish troop—and presently afterwards a + number of coal-black horses, and hounds of the same hue, leashed in + couples, were brought out of one of the side passages. Among the latter + were two large sable hounds of Saint Hubert's breed, whom Herne summoned + to his side by the names of Saturn and Dragon. + </p> + <p> + A slight noise, as of a blow dealt against a tree, was now heard overhead, + and Herne, imposing silence on the group by a hasty gesture, assumed an + attitude of fixed attention. The stroke was repeated a second time. + </p> + <p> + “It is our brother, Morgan Fenwolf,” cried the demon. + </p> + <p> + Catching hold of a chain hanging from the roof, which Wyat had not + hitherto noticed, he swung himself into a crevice above, and disappeared + from view. During the absence of their leader the troop remained + motionless and silent. + </p> + <p> + A few minutes afterwards Herne reappeared at the upper end of the cave. He + was accompanied by Fenwolf, between whom and Wyat a slight glance of + recognition passed. + </p> + <p> + The order being given by the demon to mount, Wyat, after an instant's + hesitation, seized the flowing mane of the horse nearest him—for it + was furnished neither with saddle nor bridle-and vaulted upon its back. At + the same moment Herne uttered a wild cry, and plunging into the pool, sunk + within it. Wyat's steed followed, and swam swiftly forward beneath the + water. + </p> + <p> + When Wyat rose to the surface, he found himself in the open lake, which + was gleaming in the moonlight. Before him he beheld Herne clambering the + bank, accompanied by his two favourite hounds, while a large white owl + wheeled round his head, hooting loudly. Behind came the grisly cavalcade, + with their hounds, swimming from beneath a bank covered by thick + overhanging trees, which completely screened the secret entrance to the + cave. Having no control over his steed, Wyat was obliged to surrender + himself to its guidance, and was soon placed by the side of the demon + hunter. + </p> + <p> + “Pledge me, Sir Thomas Wyat,” said Herne, unslinging a gourd-shaped flask + from his girdle, and offering it to him. “'Tis a rare wine, and will + prevent you from suffering from your bath, as well as give you spirits for + the chase.” + </p> + <p> + Chilled to the bone by the immersion he had undergone, Wyat did not refuse + the offer, but placing the flask to his lips took a deep draught from it. + The demon uttered a low bitter laugh as he received back the flask, and he + slung it to his girdle without tasting it. + </p> + <p> + The effect of the potion upon Wyat was extraordinary. The whole scene + seemed to dance around him;-the impish figures in the lake, or upon its + bank, assumed forms yet more fantastic; the horses looked like monsters of + the deep; the hounds like wolves and ferocious beasts; the branches of the + trees writhed and shot forward like hissing serpents;—and though + this effect speedily passed off, it left behind it a wild and maddening + feeling of excitement. + </p> + <p> + “A noble hart is lying in yon glen,” said Morgan Fenwolf, advancing + towards his leader; “I tracked his slot thither this evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Haste, and unharbour him,” replied Herne, “and as soon as you rouse him, + give the halloa.” Fenwolf obeyed; and shortly afterwards a cry was heard + from the glen. + </p> + <p> + “List halloa! list halloa!” cried Herne, “that's he! that's he! hyke! + Saturn! hyke, Dragon—Away!—away, my merry men all.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Sir Thomas Wyat hunted with Herne. +</pre> + <p> + Accompanied by Wyat, and followed by the whole cavalcade, Herne dashed + into the glen, where Fenwolf awaited him. Threading the hollow, the troop + descried the hart flying swiftly along a sweeping glade at some two + hundred yards distance. The glade was passed—a woody knoll skirted—a + valley traversed—and the hart plunged into a thick grove clothing + the side of Hawk's Hill. But it offered him no secure retreat. Dragon and + Saturn were close upon him, and behind them came Herne, crashing through + the branches of the trees, and heedless of all impediments. By-and-by the + thicket became more open, and they entered Cranbourne Chase. But the hart + soon quitted it to return to the great park, and darted down a declivity + skirted by a line of noble oaks. Here he was so hotly pressed by his + fierce opponents, whose fangs he could almost feel within his haunches, + that he suddenly stopped and stood at bay, receiving the foremost of his + assailants, Saturn, on the points of his horns. But his defence, though + gallant, was unavailing. In another instant Herne came up, and, + dismounting, called off Dragon, who was about to take the place of his + wounded companion. Drawing a knife from his girdle, the hunter threw + himself on the ground, and, advancing on all fours towards the hart, could + scarcely be distinguished himself from some denizen of the forest. As he + approached the hart snorted and bellowed fiercely, and dashed its horns + against him; but the blow was received by the hunter upon his own antlered + helm, and at the same moment his knife was thrust to the hilt into the + stag's throat, and it fell to the ground. + </p> + <p> + Springing to his feet, Herne whooped joyfully, placed his bugle to his + lips, and blew the dead mot. He then shouted to Fenwolf to call away and + couple the hounds, and, striking off the deer's right forefoot with his + knife, presented it to Wyat. Several large leafy branches being gathered + and laid upon the ground, the hart was placed upon them, and Herne + commenced breaking him up, as the process of dismembering the deer is + termed in the language of woodcraft. His first step was to cut off the + animal's head, which he performed by a single blow with his heavy + trenchant knife. + </p> + <p> + “Give the hounds the flesh,” he said, delivering the trophy to Fenwolf; + “but keep the antlers, for it is a great deer of head.” + </p> + <p> + Placing the head on a hunting-pole, Fenwolf withdrew to an open space + among the trees, and, halloing to the others, they immediately cast off + the hounds, who rushed towards him, leaping and baying at the stag's head, + which he alternately raised and lowered until they were sufficiently + excited, when he threw it on the ground before them. + </p> + <p> + While this was going forward the rest of the band were occupied in various + ways—some striking a light with flint and steel—some gathering + together sticks and dried leaves to form a fire—others producing + various strange-shaped cooking utensils—while others were assisting + their leader in his butcherly task, which he executed with infinite skill + and expedition. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the fire was kindled, Herne distributed certain portions of the + venison among his followers, which were instantly thrown upon the embers + to broil; while a few choice morsels were stewed in a pan with wine, and + subsequently offered to the leader and Wyat. + </p> + <p> + This hasty repast concluded, the demon ordered the fire to be + extinguished, and the quarters of the deer to be carried to the cave. He + then mounted his steed, and, attended by Wyat and the rest of his troop, + except those engaged in executing his orders, galloped towards Snow Hill, + where he speedily succeeded in unharbouring another noble hart. + </p> + <p> + Away then went the whole party—stag, hounds, huntsmen, sweeping like + a dark cloud down the hill, and crossing the wide moonlit glade, studded + with noble trees, on the west of the great avenue. + </p> + <p> + For a while the hart held a course parallel with the avenue; he then + dashed across it, threaded the intricate woods on the opposite side, + tracked a long glen, and leaping the pales, entered the home park. It + almost seemed as if he designed to seek shelter within the castle, for he + made straight towards it, and was only diverted by Herne himself, who, + shooting past him with incredible swiftness, turned him towards the lower + part of the park. + </p> + <p> + Here the chase continued with unabated ardour, until, reaching the banks + of the Thames, the hart plunged into it, and suffered himself to be + carried noiselessly down the current. But Herne followed him along the + banks, and when sufficiently near, dashed into the stream, and drove him + again ashore. + </p> + <p> + Once more they flew across the home park—once more they leaped its + pales—once more they entered the great park—but this time the + stag took the direction of Englefield Green. He was not, however, allowed + to break forth into the open country; but, driven again into the thick + woods, he held on with wondrous speed till the lake appeared in view. In + another instant he was swimming across it. + </p> + <p> + Before the eddies occasioned by the affrighted animal's plunge had + described a wide ring, Herne had quitted his steed, and was cleaving with + rapid strokes the waters of the lake. Finding escape impossible, the hart + turned to meet him, and sought to strike him with his horns, but as in the + case of his ill-fated brother of the wood, the blow was warded by the + antlered helm of the swimmer. The next moment the clear water was dyed + with blood, and Herne, catching the gasping animal by the head, guided his + body to shore. + </p> + <p> + Again the process of breaking up the stag was gone through; and when Herne + had concluded his task, he once more offered his gourd to Sir Thomas Wyat. + Reckless of the consequences, the knight placed the flask to his lips, and + draining it to the last drop, fell from his horse insensible. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Wyat beheld Mabel Lyndwood—And how he was rowed by + Morgan Fenwolf upon the Lake. +</pre> + <p> + When perfect consciousness returned to him, Wyat found himself lying upon + a pallet in what he first took to be the cell of an anchorite; but as the + recollection of recent events arose more distinctly before him, he guessed + it to be a chamber connected with the sandstone cave. A small lamp, placed + in a recess, lighted the cell; and upon a footstool by his bed stood a jug + of water, and a cup containing some drink in which herbs had evidently + been infused. Well-nigh emptying the jug, for he felt parched with thirst, + Wyat attired himself, took up the lamp, and walked into the main cavern. + No one was there, nor could he obtain any answer to his calls. Evidences, + however, were not wanting to prove that a feast had recently been held + there. On one side were the scarcely extinguished embers of a large wood + fire; and in the midst of the chamber was a rude table, covered with + drinking-horns and wooden platters, as well as with the remains of three + or four haunches of venison. While contemplating this scene Wyat heard + footsteps in one of the lateral passages, and presently afterwards Morgan + Fenwolf made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + “So you are come round at last, Sir Thomas,” observed the keeper, in a + slightly sarcastic tone. + </p> + <p> + “What has ailed me?” asked Wyat, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “You have had a fever for three days,” returned Fenwolf, “and have been + raving like a madman.” + </p> + <p> + “Three days!” muttered Wyat. “The false juggling fiend promised her to me + on the third day.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear not; Herne will be as good as his word,” said Fenwolf. “But will you + go forth with me? I am about to visit my nets. It is a fine day, and a row + on the lake will do you good.” + </p> + <p> + Wyat acquiesced, and followed Fenwolf, who returned along the passage. It + grew narrower at the sides and lower in the roof as they advanced, until + at last they were compelled to move forward on their hands and knees. For + some space the passage, or rather hole (for it was nothing more) ran on a + level. A steep and tortuous ascent then commenced, which brought them to + an outlet concealed by a large stone. + </p> + <p> + Pushing it aside, Fenwolf crept forth, and immediately afterwards Wyat + emerged into a grove, through which, on one side, the gleaming waters of + the lake were discernible. The keeper's first business was to replace the + stone, which was so screened by brambles and bushes that it could not, + unless careful search were made, be detected. + </p> + <p> + Making his way through the trees to the side of the lake, Fenwolf marched + along the greensward in the direction of Tristram Lyndwood's cottage. Wyat + mechanically followed him; but he was so pre-occupied that he scarcely + heeded the fair Mabel, nor was it till after his embarkation in the skiff + with the keeper, when she came forth to look at them, that he was at all + struck with her beauty. He then inquired her name from Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “She is called Mabel Lyndwood, and is an old forester's granddaughter,” + replied the other somewhat gruffly. + </p> + <p> + “And do you seek her love?” asked Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and wherefore not?” asked Fenwolf, with a look of displeasure. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I know not, friend,” rejoined Wyat. “She is a comely damsel.” + </p> + <p> + “What!—comelier than the Lady Anne?” demanded Fenwolf spitefully. + </p> + <p> + “I said not so,” replied Wyat; “but she is very fair, and looks + true-hearted.” + </p> + <p> + Fenwolf glanced at him from under his brows; and plunging his oars into + the water, soon carried him out of sight of the maiden. + </p> + <p> + It was high noon, and the day was one of resplendent loveliness. The lake + sparkled in the sunshine, and as they shot past its tiny bays and woody + headlands, new beauties were every moment revealed to them. But while the + scene softened Wyat's feelings, it filled him with intolerable remorse, + and so poignant did his emotions become, that he pressed his hands upon + his eyes to shut out the lovely prospect. When he looked up again the + scene was changed. The skiff had entered a narrow creek, arched over by + huge trees, and looking as dark and gloomy as the rest of the lake was + fair and smiling. It was closed in by a high overhanging bank, crested by + two tall trees, whose tangled roots protruded through it like monstrous + reptiles, while their branches cast a heavy shade over the deep, sluggish + water. + </p> + <p> + “Why have you come here?” demanded Wyat, looking uneasily round the + forbidding spot. + </p> + <p> + “You will discover anon,” replied Fenwolf moodily. + </p> + <p> + “Go back into the sunshine, and take me to some pleasant bank—I will + not land here,” said Wyat sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Needs must when—I need not remind you of the proverb,” rejoined + Fenwolf, with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + “Give me the oars, thou malapert knave!” cried Wyat fiercely, “and I will + put myself ashore.” + </p> + <p> + “Keep quiet,” said Fenwolf; “you must perforce abide our master's coming.” + </p> + <p> + Wyat gazed at the keeper for a moment, as if with the intention of + throwing him overboard; but abandoning the idea, he rose up in the boat, + and caught at what he took to be a root of the tree above. To his surprise + and alarm, it closed upon him with an iron grasp, and he felt himself + dragged upwards, while the skiff, impelled by a sudden stroke from Morgan + Fenwolf, shot from beneath him. All Wyat's efforts to disengage himself + were vain, and a wild, demoniacal laugh, echoed by a chorus of voices, + proclaimed him in the power of Herne the Hunter. The next moment he was + set on the top of the bank, while the demon greeted him with a mocking + laugh. + </p> + <p> + “So you thought to escape me, Sir Thomas Wyatt,” he cried, in a taunting + tone; “but any such attempt will prove fruitless. The murderer may repent + the blow when dealt; the thief may desire to restore the gold he has + purloined; the barterer of his soul may rue his bargain; but they are + Satan's, nevertheless. You are mine, and nothing can redeem you!” + </p> + <p> + “Woe is me that it should be so!” groaned Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Lamentation is useless and unworthy of you,” rejoined Herne scornfully. + “Your wish will be speedily accomplished. This very night your kingly + rival shall be placed in your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” exclaimed Wyat, the flame of jealousy again rising within his + breast. + </p> + <p> + “You can make your own terms with him for the Lady Anne,” pursued Herne. + “His life will be at your disposal.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you promise this?” cried Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied Herne. “Put yourself under the conduct of Fenwolf, and all + shall happen as you desire. We shall meet again at night. I have other + business on hand now. Meschines,” he added to one of his attendants, “go + with Sir Thomas to the skiff.” + </p> + <p> + The personage who received the command, and who was wildly and + fantastically habited, beckoned Wyat to follow him, and after many + twistings and turnings brought them to the edge of the lake, where the + skiff was lying, with Fenwolf reclining at full length upon its benches. + He arose, however, quickly at the appearance of Meschines, and asked him + for some provisions, which the latter promised to bring, and while Wyat + got into the skiff he disappeared, but returned a few minutes afterwards + with a basket, which he gave to the keeper. + </p> + <p> + Crossing the lake, Fenwolf then shaped his course towards a verdant bank + enamelled with wild flowers, where he landed. The basket being opened, was + found to contain a flask of wine and the better part of a venison pasty, + of which Wyat, whose appetite was keen enough after his long fasting, ate + heartily. He then stretched himself on the velvet sod, and dropped into a + tranquil slumber which lasted to a late hour in the evening. + </p> + <p> + He was roused from it by a hand laid on his shoulder, while a deep voice + thundered in his ear—“Up, up, Sir Thomas, and follow me, and I will + place the king in your hands!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How the King and the Duke of Suffolk were assailed by + Herne's Band—And what followed the Attack. +</pre> + <p> + Henry and Suffolk, on leaving the forester's hut, took their way for a + sort space along the side of the lake, and then turned into a path leading + through the trees up the eminence on the left. The king was in a joyous + mood, and made no attempt to conceal the passion with which the fair + damsel had inspired him. + </p> + <p> + “I' faith!” he cried, “the cardinal has a quick eye for a pretty wench. I + have heard that he loves one in secret, and I am therefore the more + beholden to him for discovering Mabel to me.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget, my liege, that it is his object to withdraw your regards from + the Lady Anne Boleyn,” remarked Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “I care not what his motive may be, as long as the result is so + satisfactory,” returned Henry. “Confess now, Suffolk, you never beheld a + figure so perfect, a complexion so blooming, or eyes so bright. As to her + lips, by my soul, I never tasted such.” + </p> + <p> + “And your majesty is not inexperienced in such matters,” laughed Suffolk. + “For my own part, I was as much struck by her grace as by her beauty, and + can scarcely persuade myself she can be nothing more than a mere + forester's grand-daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “Wolsey told me there was a mystery about her birth,” rejoined Henry; + “but, pest on it; her beauty drove all recollection of the matter out of + my head. I will go back, and question her now.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty forgets that your absence from the castle will occasion + surprise, if not alarm,” said Suffolk. “The mystery will keep till + to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Tut, tut!—I will return,” said the king perversely. And Suffolk, + knowing his wilfulness, and that all remonstrance would prove fruitless, + retraced his steps with him. They had not proceeded far when they + perceived a female figure at the bottom of the ascent, just where the path + turned off on the margin of the lake. + </p> + <p> + “As I live, there she is!” exclaimed the king joyfully. “She has divined + my wishes, and is come herself to tell me her history.” + </p> + <p> + And he sprang forward, while Mabel advanced rapidly towards him. + </p> + <p> + They met half-way, and Henry would have caught her in his arms, but she + avoided him, exclaiming, in a tone of confusion and alarm, “Thank Heaven, + I have found you, sire!” + </p> + <p> + “Thank Heaven, too, sweetheart!” rejoined Henry. “I would not hide when + you are the seeker. So you know me—ha? + </p> + <p> + “I knew you at first,” replied Mabel confusedly. “I saw you at the great + hunting party; and, once beheld, your majesty is not easily forgotten.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! by Saint George! you turn a compliment as soothly as the most + practised dame at court,” cried Henry, catching her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Beseech your majesty, release me!” returned Mabel, struggling to get + free. “I did not follow you on the light errand you suppose, but to warn + you of danger. Before you quitted my grandsire's cottage I told you this + part of the forest was haunted by plunderers and evil beings, and + apprehensive lest some mischance might befall you, I opened the window + softly to look after you—” + </p> + <p> + “And you overheard me tell the Duke of Suffolk how much smitten I was with + your beauty, ha?” interrupted the king, squeezing her hand—“and how + resolved I was to make you mine—ha! sweetheart?” + </p> + <p> + “The words I heard were of very different import, my liege,” rejoined + Mabel. “You were menaced by miscreants, who purposed to waylay you before + you could reach your steed.” + </p> + <p> + “Let them come,” replied Henry carelessly; “they shall pay for their + villainy. How many were there?” + </p> + <p> + “Two, sire,” answered Mabel; “but one of them was Herne, the weird hunter + of the forest. He said he would summon his band to make you captive. What + can your strong arm, even aided by that of the Duke of Suffolk, avail + against numbers?” + </p> + <p> + “Captive! ha!” exclaimed the king. “Said the knave so?” + </p> + <p> + “He did, sire,” replied Mabel; “and I knew it was Herne by his antlered + helm.” + </p> + <p> + “There is reason in what the damsel says, my liege,” interposed Suffolk. + “If possible, you had better avoid an encounter with the villains.” + </p> + <p> + “My hands itch to give them a lesson,” rejoined Henry. “But I will be + ruled by you. God's death! I will return to-morrow, and hunt them down + like so many wolves.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are your horses, sire?” asked Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Tied to a tree at the foot of the hill,” replied Henry. “But I have + attendants midway between this spot and Snow Hill.” + </p> + <p> + “This way, then!” said Mabel, breaking from him, and darting into a narrow + path among the trees. + </p> + <p> + Henry ran after her, but was not agile enough to overtake her. At length + she stopped. + </p> + <p> + “If your majesty will pursue this path,” she cried, “you will come to an + open space amid the trees, when, if you will direct your course towards a + large beech-tree on the opposite side, you will find another narrow path, + which will take you where you desire to go.” + </p> + <p> + “But I cannot go alone,” cried Henry. + </p> + <p> + Mabel, however, slipped past him, and was out of sight in an instant. + </p> + <p> + Henry looked as if he meant to follow her, but Suffolk ventured to arrest + him. + </p> + <p> + “Do not tarry here longer, my gracious liege,” said the duke. “Danger is + to be apprehended, and the sooner you rejoin your attendants the better. + Return with them, if you please, but do not expose yourself further now.” + </p> + <p> + Henry yielded, though reluctantly, and they walked on in silence. Ere long + they arrived at the open space described by Mabel, and immediately + perceived the large beech-tree, behind which they found the path. By this + time the moon had arisen, and as they emerged upon the marsh they easily + discovered a track, though not broader than a sheep-walk, leading along + its edge. As they hurried across it, Suffolk occasionally cast a furtive + glance over his shoulder, but he saw nothing to alarm him. The whole tract + of marshy land on the left was hidden from view by a silvery mist. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes the king and his companion gained firmer ground, and + ascending the gentle elevation on the other side of the marsh, made their + way to a little knoll crowned by a huge oak, which commanded a fine view + of the lake winding through the valley beyond. Henry, who was a few yards + in advance of his companion, paused at a short distance from the free, and + being somewhat over-heated, took off his cap to wipe his brow, laughingly + observing—“In good truth, Suffolk, we must henceforth be rated as + miserable faineants, to be scared from our path by a silly wench's tale of + deerstealers and wild huntsmen. I am sorry I yielded to her entreaties. If + Herne be still extant, he must be more than a century and a half old, for + unless the legend is false, he flourished in the time of my predecessor, + Richard the Second. I would I could see him!” + </p> + <p> + “Behold him, then!” cried a harsh voice from behind. + </p> + <p> + Turning at the sound, Henry perceived a tall dark figure of hideous + physiognomy and strange attire, helmed with a huge pair of antlers, + standing between him and the oak-tree. So sudden was the appearance of the + figure, that in spite of himself the king slightly started. + </p> + <p> + “What art thou—ha?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + “What I have said,” replied the demon. “I am Herne the Hunter. Welcome to + my domain, Harry of England. You are lord of the castle, but I am lord of + the forest. Ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “I am lord both of the forest and the castle—yea, of all this broad + land, false fiend!” cried the king, “and none shall dispute it with me. In + the name of the most holy faith, of which I am the defender, I command + thee to avoid my path. Get thee backwards, Satan!” + </p> + <p> + The demon laughed derisively. + </p> + <p> + “Harry of England, advance towards me, and you advance upon your peril,” + he rejoined. + </p> + <p> + “Avaunt, I say!” cried the king. “In the name of the blessed Trinity, and + of all holy angels and saints, I strike!” + </p> + <p> + And he whirled the staff round his head. But ere the weapon could descend, + a flash of dazzling fire encircled the demon, amidst which he vanished. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven protect us!” exclaimed Henry, appalled. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture the sound of a horn was heard, and a number of wild + figures in fantastic garbs—some mounted on swarthy steeds, and + accompanied by hounds, others on foot-issued from the adjoining covert, + and hurried towards the spot occupied by the king. + </p> + <p> + “Aha!” exclaimed Henry—“more of the same sort. Hell, it would seem, + has let loose her hosts; but I have no fear of them. Stand by me, + Suffolk.” + </p> + <p> + “To the death, sire,” replied the duke, drawing his sword. By this time + one of the foremost of the impish crew had reached the king, and commanded + him to yield himself prisoner. + </p> + <p> + “Dost know whom thou askest to yield, dog?” cried Henry furiously. + </p> + <p> + “Yea,” replied the other, “thou art the king!” + </p> + <p> + “Then down on thy knees, traitor!” roared Henry; “down all of ye, and sue + for mercy.” + </p> + <p> + “For mercy—ha! ha!” rejoined the other; “it is thy turn to sue for + mercy, tyrant! We acknowledge no other ruler than Herne the Hunter.” + </p> + <p> + “Then seek him in hell!” cried Henry, dealing the speaker a tremendous + blow on the head with his staff, which brought him senseless to the + ground. + </p> + <p> + The others immediately closed round him, and endeavoured to seize the + king. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! dogs—ha! traitors!” vociferated Henry, plying his staff with + great activity, and bringing down an assailant at each stroke; “do you + dare to lay hands upon our sacred person? Back! back!” + </p> + <p> + The determined resistance offered by the king, supported as he was by + Suffolk, paralysed his assailants, who seemed more bent upon securing his + person than doing him injury. But Suffolk's attention was presently + diverted by the attack of a fierce black hound, set upon him by a stout + fellow in a bearded mask. After a hard struggle, and not before he had + been severely bitten in the arm, the duke contrived to despatch his + assailant. + </p> + <p> + “This to avenge poor Bawsey!” cried the man who had set on the hound, + stabbing at Suffolk with his knife. + </p> + <p> + But the duke parried the blow, and, disarming his antagonist, forced him + to the ground, and tearing off his mask, disclosed the features of Morgan + Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Henry had been placed in considerable jeopardy. Like Suffolk, + he had slaughtered a hound, and, in aiming a blow at the villain who set + it on, his foot slipped, and he lay at his mercy. The wretch raised his + knife, and was in the act of striking when a sword was passed through his + body. The blow was decisive; the king instantly arose, and the rest of his + assailants-horse as well as foot—disheartened by what had occurred, + beat a hasty retreat. Harry turned to look for his deliverer, and uttered + an exclamation of astonishment and anger. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! God's death!” he cried, “can I believe my eyes? Is it you, Sir Thomas + Wyat?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied the other. + </p> + <p> + “What do you here? Ha!” demanded the king. “You should be in Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “I have tarried for revenge,” replied Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Revenge!—ha!” cried Henry. “On whom?” + </p> + <p> + “On you,” replied Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “What!” vociferated Henry, foaming with rage. “Is it you, traitor, who + have devised this damnable plot?—is it you who would make your king + a captive?—you who slay him? Have you leagued yourself with fiends?” + </p> + <p> + But Wyat made no answer; and though he lowered the point of his sword, he + regarded the king sternly. + </p> + <p> + A female figure now rushed forward, and bending before the king, cried in + an imploring voice—“Spare him, sire—spare him! He is no party + to the attack. I was near him in yon wood, and he stirred not forth till + he saw your life in danger. He then delivered you from the assassin.” + </p> + <p> + “I did so because I reserved him for my own hand,” said Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “You hear him confess his treason,” cried Henry; “down on your knees, + villain, or I will strike you to my feet.” + </p> + <p> + “He has just saved your life, my liege,” cried the supplicant. “Oh, spare + him!” + </p> + <p> + “What make you here, Mabel?” cried Henry angrily. “I followed your majesty + unseen,” she replied, in some confusion, “and reached yon wood just as the + attack commenced. I did not dare to advance farther.” + </p> + <p> + “You should have gone home—gone home,” rejoined the king. “Wyat,” he + continued, in a tone of stern reproach, “you were once a loyal subject. + What means this change?” + </p> + <p> + “It means that you have robbed me of a mistress,” replied Wyat; “and for + this cause I have damned myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon him!-oh, pardon him, sire,” cried Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot understand you, Wyat,” said Henry, after a pause; “but I have + myself suffered from the pangs of jealousy. You have saved my life, and I + will spare yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Sire!” cried Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Suffolk,” exclaimed Henry, looking towards the duke, who was holding + Fenwolf by the throat, “shall I be justified in letting him go free? + </p> + <p> + “Strike!—strike!” cried a deep voice in Wyat's ear; “your rival is + now in your power.” + </p> + <p> + “Far be it from me to thwart your majesty's generous impulses,” rejoined + Suffolk. “It is true that Wyat has saved your life; and if he had been + disposed to take it, you have this moment exposed yourself to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Thomas Wyat,” said the king, turning to him, “you have my full and + free pardon. Quit this forest instantly, and make your way to Paris. If + you are found within it to-morrow you will be lodged in the Tower.” + </p> + <p> + Wyat knelt down, and would have pressed Henry's hand to his lips, but the + latter pushed him aside. + </p> + <p> + “No—no! Not now—on your return.” + </p> + <p> + Thus rebuffed, Wyat strode away, and as he passed the tree he heard a + voice exclaim, “You have escaped him, but think not to escape me!” + </p> + <p> + “And now, sweetheart,” said Henry, turning to Mabel, “since you are so far + on the way, you shall go with me to the castle.” + </p> + <p> + “On no account, my liege,” she returned; “my grandsire will wonder what + has become of me. He must already be in great alarm.” + </p> + <p> + “But I will send an attendant to quiet his fears,” urged Henry. + </p> + <p> + “That would only serve to increase them,” she rejoined. “Nay, I must go.” + </p> + <p> + And breaking from him, she darted swiftly down the hill, and glanced + across the marsh like a moonbeam. + </p> + <p> + “Plague on it!” cried Henry, “I have again forgotten to question her about + her birth.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I despatch this knave, my liege?” cried Suffolk, pointing with his + sword to Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “By no means,” said the king; “something may be learnt from him. Hark + thee, thou felon hound; if thou indeed servest the fiend, thou seest he + deserts thee, as he does all who put faith in him.” + </p> + <p> + “I see it,” replied Fenwolf, who, finding resistance vain, had folded his + hands doggedly upon his breast. + </p> + <p> + “Then confess thy evil practices,” said the king. + </p> + <p> + “Give me my life, and I will,” replied Fenwolf. And as he uttered the + words, he caught sight of the dark figure of Herne, stationed at the side + of the oak, with its right arm raised menacingly. + </p> + <p> + “What seest thou?” cried Henry, remarking his fixed gaze towards the tree, + and glancing in that direction. + </p> + <p> + Fenwolf made no reply. + </p> + <p> + Henry went up to the tree, and walked round it, but he could see nothing. + </p> + <p> + “I will scour the forest to-morrow,” he muttered, “and hang every knave I + find within it who cannot give a good account of himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! ho!” laughed a voice, which seemed to proceed from the branches + of the tree. Henry looked up, but no one was visible. + </p> + <p> + “God's death—derided!” he roared. “Man or devil, thou shalt feel my + wrath.” + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! ho!” again laughed the voice. + </p> + <p> + Stamping with rage, Henry swore a great oath, and smote the trunk of the + tree with his sword. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty will search in vain,” said Suffolk; “it is clearly the fiend + with whom you have to deal, and the aid of holy priests must be obtained + to drive him from the forest.” + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! ho!” again laughed the voice. + </p> + <p> + A party of horsemen now appeared in view. They proved to be the royal + attendants, who had ridden forward in search of the king, and were + instantly hailed by Henry and Suffolk. They were headed by Captain + Bouchier, who at a sign from the king instantly dismounted. + </p> + <p> + “Give me your horse, Bouchier,” said Henry, “and do you and half-a-dozen + of your men remain on guard at this tree till I send a troop of + arquebusiers to relieve you. When they arrive, station them near it, and + let them remain here till I return in the morning. If any one appears, + make him a prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty's orders shall be faithfully obeyed,” replied Bouchier. + </p> + <p> + Bound hand and foot, Fenwolf was thrown upon the back of a horse, and + guarded by two halberdiers, who were prepared to strike him dead on the + slightest movement. In this way he was conveyed to the castle, and placed + in the guard-chamber of the lower gate till further orders should be + issued respecting him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Showing how Morgan Fenwolf escaped from the Garter Tower. +</pre> + <p> + Half-an-hour afterwards Fenwolf was visited by the Duke of Suffolk and a + canon of the college; and the guard-chamber being cleared, the duke + enjoined him to make clear his bosom by confession. + </p> + <p> + “I hold it my duty to tell you, prisoner,” said Suffolk, “that there is no + hope of your life. The king's highness is determined to make a fearful + example of you and all your companions in crime; but he does not seek to + destroy your soul, and has therefore sent this holy man to you, with the + desire that you may open your heart to him, and by confession and + repentance save yourself from eternal perdition.” + </p> + <p> + “Confession will profit me nothing,” said Fenwolf moodily. “I cannot pray + if I would.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot be so utterly lost, my son,” rejoined the canon. “Hell may + have woven her dark chains round you, but not so firmly but that the hand + of Heaven can burst them.” + </p> + <p> + “You waste time in seeking to persuade me,” returned Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “You are not ignorant of the punishment inflicted upon those condemned for + sorcery, my son?” demanded the canon. + </p> + <p> + “It is the stake, is it not?” replied Fenwolf + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied the canon; “but even that fiery trial will fail to purge out + your offences without penitence. My lord of Suffolk, this wretched man's + condition demands special attention. It will profit the Church much to win + his soul from the fiend. Let him, I pray you, be removed to the dungeon + beneath the Garter Tower, where a priest shall visit him, and pray by his + side till daybreak.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be useless, father,” said Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “I do not despair, my son,” replied the canon; “and when I see you again + in the morning I trust to find you in a better frame of mind.” + </p> + <p> + The duke then gave directions to the guard to remove the prisoner, and + after some further conference with the canon, returned to the royal + apartments. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the canon shaped his course towards the Horseshoe Cloisters, a + range of buildings so designated from their form, and situated at the west + end of St. George's Chapel, and he had scarcely entered them when he heard + footsteps behind him, and turning at the sound, beheld a Franciscan friar, + for so his habit of the coarsest grey cloth, tied with a cord round the + waist, proclaimed him. The friar was very tall and gaunt, and his cowl was + drawn over his face so as to conceal his features. + </p> + <p> + “What would you, brother?” inquired the canon, halting. “I have a request + to make of you, reverend sir,” replied the friar, with a lowly inclination + of the head. “I have just arrived from Chertsey Abbey, whither I have been + tarrying for the last three days, and while conversing with the guard at + the gate, I saw a prisoner brought into the castle charged with heinous + offences, and amongst others, with dealings with the fiend.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been rightly informed, brother,” rejoined the canon. + </p> + <p> + “And have I also been rightly informed that you desire a priest to pass + the night with him, reverend sir?” returned the friar. “If so, I would + crave permission to undertake the office. Two souls, as deeply laden as + that of this poor wretch, have been snatched from the jaws of Satan by my + efforts, and I do not despair of success now.” + </p> + <p> + “Since you are so confident, brother,” said the canon, “I commit him + readily to your hands. I was about to seek other aid, but your offer comes + opportunely. With Heaven's help I doubt not you will achieve a victory + over the evil one.” + </p> + <p> + As the latter words were uttered a sudden pain seemed to seize the friar. + Staggering slightly, he caught at the railing of the cloisters for + support, but he instantly recovered himself. + </p> + <p> + “It is nothing, reverend sir,” he said, seeing that the good canon + regarded him anxiously. “Long vigils and fasting have made me liable to + frequent attacks of giddiness, but they pass as quickly as they come. Will + it please you to go with me, and direct the guard to admit me to the + prisoner?” + </p> + <p> + The canon assented; and crossing the quadrangle, they returned to the + gateway. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the prisoner had been removed to the lower chamber of the + Garter Tower. This fortification, one of the oldest in the castle, being + coeval with the Curfew Tower, is now in a state of grievous neglect and + ruin. Unroofed, unfloored, filled with rubbish, masked by the yard walls + of the adjoining habitations, with one side entirely pulled down, and a + great breach in front, it is solely owing to the solid and rock-like + construction of its masonry that it is indebted for partial preservation. + Still, notwithstanding its dilapidated condition, and that it is the mere + shell of its former self, its appearance is highly picturesque. The walls + are of prodigious thickness, and the deep embrasures within them are + almost perfect; while a secret staircase may still be tracked partly round + the building. Amid the rubbish choking up its lower chamber grows a young + tree, green and flourishing-a type, it is to be hoped, of the restoration + of the structure. + </p> + <p> + Conducted to a low vaulted chamber in this tower, the prisoner was cast + upon its floor-for he was still hound hand and foot-and left alone and in + darkness. But he was not destined to continue in this state long. The door + of the dungeon opened, and the guard ushered in the tall Franciscan friar. + </p> + <p> + “What ho! dog of a prisoner,” he cried, “here is a holy man come to pass + the night with you in prayer.” + </p> + <p> + “He may take his Ave Maries and Paternosters elsewhere-I want them not,” + replied Fenwolf moodily. + </p> + <p> + “You would prefer my bringing Herne the Hunter, no doubt,” rejoined the + guard, laughing at his own jest; “but this is a physician for your soul. + The saints help you in your good work, father; you will have no easy + task.” + </p> + <p> + “Set down the light, my son,” cried the friar harshly, “and leave us; my + task will be easily accomplished.” + </p> + <p> + Placing the lamp on the stone floor of the dungeon, the guard withdrew, + and locked the door after him. + </p> + <p> + “Do you repent, my son?” demanded the friar, as soon as they were alone. + </p> + <p> + “Certes, I repent having put faith in a treacherous fiend, who has + deserted me-but that is all,” replied Fenwolf, with his face turned to the + ground. + </p> + <p> + “Will you put faith in me, if I promise you deliverance?” demanded the + friar. + </p> + <p> + “You promise more than you can perform, as most of your brethren do,” + rejoined the other. + </p> + <p> + “You will not say so if you look up,” said the friar. + </p> + <p> + Fenwolf started at the words, which were pronounced in a different tone + from that previously adopted by the speaker, and raised himself as far as + his bonds would permit him. The friar had thrown hack his cowl, and + disclosed features of appalling hideousness, lighted up by a diabolical + grin. + </p> + <p> + “You here!” cried Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “You doubted me,” rejoined Herne, “but I never desert a follower. Besides, + I wish to show the royal Harry that my power is equal to his own.” + </p> + <p> + “But how are we to get out of this dungeon?” asked Fenwolf, gazing round + apprehensively. + </p> + <p> + “My way out will be easy enough,” replied Herne; “but your escape is + attended with more difficulty. You remember how we went to the vaulted + chamber in the Curfew Tower on the night when Mark Fytton, the butcher, + was confined within it?” + </p> + <p> + “I do,” replied Fenwolf; “but I can think of nothing while I am tied + thus.” + </p> + <p> + Heme instantly drew forth a hunting-knife, and cutting Fenwolf's bonds + asunder, the latter started to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “If that bull-headed butcher would have joined me, I would have liberated + him as I am about to liberate you,” pursued Herne. “But to return to the + matter in hand. You recollect the secret passage we then tracked? There is + just such another staircase in this tower.” + </p> + <p> + And stepping to the farther side of the chamber, he touched a small knob + in the wall, and a stone flew hack, disclosing an aperture just large + enough to allow a man to pass through it. + </p> + <p> + “There is your road to freedom,” he said, pointing to the hole. “Creep + along that narrow passage, and it will bring you to a small loophole in + the wall, not many feet from the ground. The loophole is guarded by a bar + of iron, but it is moved by a spring in the upper part of the stone in + which it appears to be mortised. This impediment removed, you will easily + force your way through the loophole. Drop cautiously, for fear of the + sentinels on the walls; then make your way to the forest, and if you + 'scape the arquebusiers who are scouring it, conceal yourself in the + sandstone cave below the beech-tree.” + </p> + <p> + “And what of you?” asked Fenwoif. + </p> + <p> + “I have more to do here,” replied Herne impatiently-“away!” + </p> + <p> + Thus dismissed, Fenwolf entered the aperture, which was instantly closed + after him by Herne. Carefully following the instructions of his leader, + the keeper passed through the loophole, let himself drop softly down, and + keeping close to the walls of the tower till he heard the sentinels move + off, darted swiftly across the street and made good his escape. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Herne drew the cowl over his head, and stepping to the door, + knocked loudly against it. + </p> + <p> + “What would you, father?” cried the guard from without. + </p> + <p> + “Enter, my son, and you shall know,” replied Herne. + </p> + <p> + The next moment the door was unlocked, and the guard advanced into the + dungeon. + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” he exclaimed, snatching up the lamp and looking around, “where is + the prisoner?” + </p> + <p> + “Gone,” replied Herne. + </p> + <p> + “What! has the fiend flown away with him?” cried the man, in mixed + astonishment and alarm. + </p> + <p> + “He has been set free by Herne the Hunter!” cried the demon. “Tell all who + question thee so, and relate what thou now seest.” + </p> + <p> + At the words a bright blue flame illumined the chamber, in the midst of + which was seen the tall dark figure of Herne. His Franciscan's gown had + dropped to his feet, and he appeared habited in his wild deer-skin garb. + With a loud cry, the guard fell senseless on the ground. + </p> + <p> + A few minutes after this, as was subsequently ascertained, a tall + Franciscan friar threaded the cloisters behind Saint George's Chapel, and + giving the word to the sentinels, passed through the outer door + communicating with the steep descent leading to the town. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Herne the Hunter was himself hunted. +</pre> + <p> + On the guard's recovery, information of what had occurred was immediately + conveyed to the king, who had not yet retired to rest, but was sitting in + his private chamber with the Dukes of Suffolk and Norfolk. The + intelligence threw him into a great fury: he buffeted the guard, and + ordered him to be locked up in the dungeon whence the prisoner had + escaped; reprimanded the canon; directed the Duke of Suffolk, with a + patrol, to make search in the neighbourhood of the castle for the fugitive + and the friar; and bade the Duke of Norfolk get together a band of + arquebusiers; and as soon as the latter were assembled, he put himself at + their head and again rode into the forest. + </p> + <p> + The cavalcade had proceeded about a mile along the great avenue, when one + of the arquebusiers rode up and said that he heard some distant sounds on + the right. Commanding a halt, Henry listened for a moment, and, satisfied + that the man was right, quitted the course he was pursuing, and dashed + across the broad glade now traversed by the avenue called Queen Anne's + Ride. As he advanced the rapid trampling of horses was heard, accompanied + by shouts, and presently afterwards a troop of wild-looking horsemen in + fantastic garbs was seen galloping down the hill, pursued by Bouchier and + his followers. The king immediately shaped his course so as to intercept + the flying party, and, being in some measure screened by the trees, he + burst unexpectedly upon them at a turn of the road. + </p> + <p> + Henry called to the fugitives to surrender, but they refused, and, + brandishing their long knives and spears, made a desperate resistance. But + they were speedily surrounded and overpowered. Bouchier inquired from the + king what should be done with the prisoners. + </p> + <p> + “Hang them all upon yon trees!” cried Henry, pointing to two sister oaks + which stood near the scene of strife. + </p> + <p> + The terrible sentence was immediately carried into execution. Cords were + produced, and in less than half-an-hour twenty breathless bodies were + swinging from the branches of the two trees indicated by the king. + </p> + <p> + “This will serve to deter others from like offences,” observed Henry, who + had watched the whole proceedings with savage satisfaction. “And now, + Bouchier, how came you to let the leader of these villains escape?” + </p> + <p> + “I did not know he had escaped, my liege,” replied Bouchier, in + astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Yea, marry, but he has escaped,” rejoined Henry; “and he has had the + audacity to show himself in the castle within this hour, and the cunning, + moreover, to set the prisoner free.” + </p> + <p> + And he proceeded to relate what had occurred. + </p> + <p> + “This is strange indeed, my liege,” replied Bouchier, at the close of the + king's recital, “and to my thinking, is proof convincing that we have to + do with a supernatural being.” + </p> + <p> + “Supernatura!—pshaw!—banish the idle notion,” rejoined Henry + sternly. “We are all the dupes of some jugglery. The caitiff will + doubtless return to the forest. Continue your search, therefore, for him + throughout the night. If you catch him, I promise you a royal reward.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he rode back to the castle, somewhat appeased by the wholesale + vengeance he had taken upon the offenders. + </p> + <p> + In obedience to the orders he had received, Bouchier, with his followers, + continued riding about the forest during the whole night, but without + finding anything to reward his search, until about dawn it occurred to him + to return to the trees on which the bodies were suspended. As he + approached them he fancied he beheld a horse standing beneath the nearest + tree, and immediately ordered his followers to proceed as noiselessly as + possible, and to keep under the cover of the wood. A nearer advance + convinced him that his eyes had not deceived him. It was a swart, + wild-looking horse that he beheld, with eyes that flamed like carbuncles, + while a couple of bodies, evidently snatched from the branches, were laid + across his back. A glance at the trees, too, showed Bouchier that they had + been considerably lightened of their hideous spoil. + </p> + <p> + Seeing this, Bouchier dashed forward. Alarmed by the noise, the wild horse + neighed loudly, and a dark figure instantly dropped from the tree upon its + back, and proceeded to disencumber it of its load. But before this could + be accomplished, a bolt from a cross-bow, shot by one of Bouchier's + followers, pierced the animal's brain. Rearing aloft, it fell backwards in + such manner as would have crushed an ordinary rider, but Herne slipped off + uninjured, and with incredible swiftness darted among the trees. The + others started in pursuit, and a chase commenced in which the demon + huntsman had to sustain the part of the deer—nor could any deer have + afforded better sport. + </p> + <p> + Away flew the pursued and pursuers over broad glade and through tangled + glen, the woods resounding with their cries. Bouchier did not lose sight + of the fugitive for a moment, and urged his men to push on; but, despite + his alternate proffers and menaces, they gained but little on Herne, who, + speeding towards the home park, cleared its high palings with a single + bound. + </p> + <p> + Over went Bouchier and his followers, and they then descried him making + his way to a large oak standing almost alone in the centre of a wide + glade. An instant afterwards he reached the tree, shook his arm menacingly + at his pursuers, and vanished. + </p> + <p> + The next moment Bouchier came up, flung himself from his panting steed, + and, with his drawn sword in hand, forced himself through a rift in its + side into the tree. There was a hollow within it large enough to allow a + man to stand upright, and two funnel-like holes ran upwards into the + branches. Finding nothing, Bouchier called for a hunting-spear, and thrust + it as far as he could into the holes above. The point encountered no + obstruction except such as was offered by the wood itself. He stamped upon + the ground, and sounded it on all sides with the spear, but with no better + success. + </p> + <p> + Issuing forth he next directed his attention to the upper part of the + tree, which, while he was occupied inside, had been very carefully watched + by his followers, and not content with viewing it from below, he clambered + into the branches. But they had nothing to show except their own leafy + covering. + </p> + <p> + The careful examination of the ground about the tree at length led to the + discovery of a small hole among its roots, about half a dozen yards from + the trunk, and though this hole seemed scarcely large enough to serve for + an entrance to the burrow of a fox, Bouchier deemed it expedient to keep a + careful watch over it. + </p> + <p> + His investigation completed, he dispatched a sergeant of the guard to the + castle to acquaint the king with what had occurred. + </p> + <p> + Disturbed by the events of the night, Henry obtained little sleep, and at + an early hour summoned an attendant, and demanded whether there were any + tidings from the forest The attendant replied that a sergeant of the guard + was without, sent by Captain Bouchier with a message for his majesty. The + sergeant was immediately admitted to the royal presence, and on the close + of his marvellous story the king, who had worked himself into a tremendous + fury during its relation, roared out, “What! foiled again? ha! But he + shall not escape, if I have to root up half the trees in the forest. + Bouchier and his fellows must be bewitched. Harkye, knaves: get together a + dozen of the best woodmen and yeomen in the castle—instantly, as you + value your lives; bid them bring axe and saw, pick and spade. D'ye mark + me? ha! Stay, I have not done. I must have fagots and straw, for I will + burn this tree to the ground—burn it to a char. Summon the Dukes of + Suffolk and Norfolk—the rascal archer I dubbed the Duke of + Shoreditch and his mates—the keepers of the forest and their hounds—summon + them quickly, and bid a band of the yeomen of the guard get ready.” And he + sprang from his couch. + </p> + <p> + The king's commands were executed with such alacrity, that by the time he + was fully attired the whole of the persons he had ordered to be summoned + were assembled. Putting himself at their head, he rode forth to the home + park, and found Bouchier and his followers grouped around the tree. + </p> + <p> + “We are still at fault, my liege,” said Bouchier. + </p> + <p> + “So I see, Sir,” replied the king angrily. “Hew down the tree instantly, + knaves,” he added to the woodmen. “Fall to—fall to.” + </p> + <p> + Ropes were then fastened to the head of the tree, and the welkin resounded + with the rapid strokes of the hatchets. It was a task of some difficulty, + but such zeal and energy were displayed by the woodmen that ere long the + giant trunk lay prostrate on the ground. Its hollows were now fully + exposed to view, but they were empty. + </p> + <p> + “Set fire to the accursed piece of timber!” roared the king, “and burn it + to dust, and scatter it to the wind!” + </p> + <p> + At these orders two yeomen of the guard advanced, and throwing down a heap + of fagots, straw, and other combustibles on the roots of the tree, soon + kindled a fierce fire. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile a couple of woodmen, stripped of their jerkins, and with their + brawny arms bared to the shoulder, mounted on the trunk, and strove to + split it asunder. Some of the keepers likewise got into the branches, and + peered into every crack and crevice, in the hope of making some discovery. + Amongst the latter was Will Sommers, who had posted himself near a great + arm of the tree, which he maintained when lopped off would be found to + contain the demon. + </p> + <p> + Nor were other expedients neglected. A fierce hound had been sent into the + hole near the roots of the tree by Gabriel Lapp, but after a short absence + he returned howling and terrified, nor could all the efforts of Gabriel, + seconded by a severe scourging with his heavy dog-whip, induce him to + enter it again. + </p> + <p> + When the hound had come forth, a couple of yeomen advanced to enlarge the + opening, while a third with a pick endeavoured to remove the root, which + formed an impediment to their efforts. + </p> + <p> + “They may dig, but they'll never catch him,” observed Shoreditch, who + stood by, to his companions. “Hunting a spirit is not the same thing as + training and raising a wolf, or earthing and digging out a badger.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so loud, duke,” said Islington; “his majesty may think thy jest + irreverent.” + </p> + <p> + “I have an arrow blessed by a priest,” said Paddington, “which I shall let + fly at the spirit if he appears.” + </p> + <p> + “Here he is—here he is!” cried Will Sommers, as a great white horned + owl, which had been concealed in some part of the tree, flew forth. + </p> + <p> + “It may be the demon in that form—shoot! shoot!” cried Shoreditch. + </p> + <p> + Paddington bent his bow. The arrow whistled through the air, and in + another moment the owl fell fluttering to the ground completely + transfixed; but it underwent no change, as was expected by the credulous + archer. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the fire, being kept constantly supplied with fresh fagots, and + stirred by the yeomen of the guard, burnt bravely. The lower part of the + tree was already consumed, and the flames, roaring through the hollow + within with a sound like that of a furnace, promised soon to reduce it to + charcoal. + </p> + <p> + The mouth of the hole having now been widened, another keeper, who had + brought forward a couple of lurchers, sent them into it; but in a few + moments they returned, as the hound had done, howling and with scared + looks. Without heeding their enraged master, they ran off, with their + tails between their legs, towards the castle. + </p> + <p> + “I see how it is, Rufus,” said Gabriel, patting his hound, who looked + wistfully and half-reproachfully at him. “Thou wert not to blame, poor + fellow! The best dog that ever was whelped cannot be expected to face the + devil.” + </p> + <p> + Though long ere this it had become the general opinion that it was useless + to persevere further in the search, the king, with his characteristic + obstinacy, would not give it up. In due time the whole of the trunk of the + enormous tree was consumed, and its branches cast into the fire. The roots + were rent from the ground, and a wide and deep trench digged around the + spot. The course of the hole was traced for some distance, but it was + never of any size, and was suddenly lost by the falling in of the earth. + </p> + <p> + At length, after five hours' close watching, Henry's patience was + exhausted, and he ordered the pit to be filled up, and every crevice and + fissure in the ground about to be carefully stopped. + </p> + <p> + “If we cannot unkennel the fox,” he said, “we will at least earth him up. + </p> + <p> + “For all your care, gossip Henry,” muttered Will Sommers, as he rode after + his royal master to the castle, “the fox will work his way out.” + </p> + <p> + THUS ENDS THE SECOND BOOK OF THE CHRONICLE OF WINDSOR CASTLE <a + name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK III. THE HISTORY OF THE CASTLE + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Comprising the First Two Epochs in the History of Windsor + Castle. +</pre> + <p> + Amid the gloom hovering over the early history of Windsor Castle appear + the mighty phantoms of the renowned King Arthur and his knights, for whom + it is said Merlin reared a magic fortress upon its heights, in a great + hall whereof, decorated with trophies of war and of the chase, was placed + the famous Round Table. But if the antique tale is now worn out, and no + longer part of our faith, it is pleasant at least to record it, and + surrendering ourselves for a while to the sway of fancy, to conjure up the + old enchanted castle on the hill, to people its courts with warlike and + lovely forms, its forests with fays and giants. + </p> + <p> + Windsor, or Wyndleshore, so called from the winding banks of the river + flowing past it, was the abode of the ancient Saxon monarchs; and a legend + is related by William of Malmesbury of a woodman named Wulwin, who being + stricken with blindness, and having visited eighty-seven churches and + vainly implored their tutelary saints for relief, was at last restored to + sight by the touch of Edward the Confessor, who further enhanced the boon + by making him keeper of his palace at Windsor. But though this story may + be doubted, it is certain that the pious king above mentioned granted + Windsor to the abbot and monks of Saint Peter at Westminster, “for the + hope of eternal reward, the remission of his sins, the sins of his father, + mother, and all his ancestors, and to the praise of Almighty God, as a + perpetual endowment and inheritance.” + </p> + <p> + But the royal donation did not long remain in the hands of the priesthood. + Struck by the extreme beauty of the spot, “for that it seemed exceeding + profitable and commodious, because situate so near the Thames, the wood + fit for game, and many other particulars lying there, meet and necessary + for kings—yea, a place very convenient for his reception,” William + the Conqueror prevailed upon Abbot Edwin to accept in exchange for it + Wakendune and Feringes, in Essex, together with three other tenements in + Colchester; and having obtained possession of the coveted hill, he + forthwith began to erect a castle upon it—occupying a space of about + half a hide of land. Around it he formed large parks, to enable him to + pursue his favourite pastime of hunting; and he enacted and enforced + severe laws for the preservation of the game. + </p> + <p> + As devoted to the chase as his father, William Rufus frequently hunted in + the forests of Windsor, and solemnised some of the festivals of the Church + in the castle. + </p> + <p> + In the succeeding reign—namely, that of Henry the First—the + castle was entirely rebuilt and greatly enlarged—assuming somewhat + of the character of a palatial residence, having before been little more + than a strong hunting-seat. The structure then erected in all probability + occupied the same site as the upper and lower wards of the present pile; + but nothing remains of it except perhaps the keep, and of that little + beyond its form and position. In 1109 Henry celebrated the feast of + Pentecost with great state and magnificence within the castle. In 1122 he + there espoused his second wife, Adelicia, daughter of Godfrey, Duke of + Louvain; and failing in obtaining issue by her, assembled the barons at + Windsor, and causing them, together with David, King of Scotland, his + sister Adela, and her son Stephen, afterwards King of England, to do + homage to his daughter Maud, widow of the Emperor Henry the Fifth. + </p> + <p> + Proof that Windsor Castle was regarded as the second fortress in the realm + is afforded by the treaty of peace between the usurper Stephen and the + Empress Maud, in which it is coupled with the Tower of London under the + designation of Mota de Windsor. At the signing of the treaty it was + committed to the custody of Richard de Lucy, who was continued in the + office of keeper by Henry the Second. + </p> + <p> + In the reign of this monarch many repairs were made in the castle, to + which a vineyard was attached—the cultivation of the grape being at + this time extensively practised throughout England. Strange as the + circumstance may now appear, Stow mentions that vines grew in abundance in + the home park in the reign of Richard the Second, the wine made from them + being consumed at the king's table, and even sold. + </p> + <p> + It is related by Fabian that Henry, stung by the disobedience and + ingratitude of his sons, caused an allegorical picture to be painted, + representing an old eagle assailed by four young ones, which he placed in + one of the chambers of the castle. When asked the meaning of the device, + he replied, “I am the old eagle, and the four eaglets are my sons, Who + cease not to pursue my death. The youngest bird, who is tearing out its + parent's eyes, is my son John, my youngest and best-loved son, and who yet + is the most eager for my destruction.” + </p> + <p> + On his departure for the holy wars Richard Coeur de Lion entrusted the + government of the castle to Hugh de Pudsey, Bishop of Durham and Earl of + Northumberland; but a fierce dispute arising between the warrior-prelate + and his ambitious colleague, William Longchamp, Bishop of Ely, he was + seized and imprisoned by the latter, and compelled to surrender the + castle. After an extraordinary display of ostentation, Longchamp was + ousted in his turn. On the arrival of the news of Richard's capture and + imprisonment in Austria, the castle was seized by Prince John; but it was + soon afterwards taken possession of in the king's behalf by the barons, + and consigned to the custody of Eleanor, the queen-dowager. + </p> + <p> + In John's reign the castle became the scene of a foul and terrible event + William de Braose, a powerful baron, having offended the king, his wife + Maud was ordered to deliver up her son a hostage for her husband. But + instead of complying with the injunction, she rashly returned for answer—“that + she would not entrust her child to the person who could slay his own + nephew.” Upon which the ruthless king seized her and her son, and + enclosing them in a recess in the wall of the castle, built them up within + it. + </p> + <p> + Sorely pressed by the barons in 1215, John sought refuge within the + castle, and in the same year signed the two charters, Magna Charta and + Charta de Foresta, at Runnymede—a plain between Windsor and Staines. + A curious account of his frantic demeanour, after divesting himself of so + much power and extending so greatly the liberties of the subject, is given + by Holinshed:—“Having acted so far contrary to his mind, the king + was right sorrowful in heart, cursed his mother that bare him, and the + hour in which he was born; wishing that he had received death by violence + of sword or knife instead of natural nourishment. He whetted his teeth, + and did bite now on one staff, now on another, as he walked, and oft brake + the same in pieces when he had done, and with such disordered behaviour + and furious gestures he uttered his grief, that the noblemen very well + perceived the inclination of his inward affection concerning these things + before the breaking-up of the council, and therefore sore lamented the + state of the realm, guessing what would follow of his impatience, and + displeasant taking of the matter.” The faithless king made an attempt to + regain his lost power, and war breaking out afresh in the following year, + a numerous army, under the command of William de Nivernois, besieged the + castle, which was stoutly defended by Inglehard de Achie and sixty + knights. The barons, however, learning that John was marching through + Norfolk and Suffolk, and ravaging the country, hastily raised the siege + and advanced to meet him. But he avoided them, marched to Stamford and + Lincoln, and from thence towards Wales. On his return from this expedition + he was seized with the distemper of which he died. + </p> + <p> + Henry the Third was an ardent encourager of architecture, and his reign + marks the second great epoch in the annals of the castle. In 1223 eight + hundred marks were paid to Engelhard de Cygony, constable of the castle, + John le Draper, and William the clerk of Windsor, masters of the works, + and others, for repairs and works within the castle; the latter, it is + conjectured, referring to the erection of a new great hall within the + lower ward, there being already a hall of small dimensions in the upper + court. The windows of the new building were filled with painted glass, and + at the upper end, upon a raised dais, was a gilt throne sustaining a + statue of the king in his robes. Within this vast and richly decorated + chamber, in 1240, on the day of the Nativity, an infinite number of poor + persons were collected and fed by the king's command. + </p> + <p> + During the greater part of Henry's long and eventful reign the works + within the castle proceeded with unabated activity. Carpenters were + maintained on the royal establishment; the ditch between the hall and the + lower ward was repaired; a new kitchen was built; the bridges were + repaired with timber procured from the neighbouring forests; certain + breaches in the wall facing the garden were stopped; the fortifications + were surveyed, and the battlements repaired. At the same time the queen's + chamber was painted and wainscoted, and iron bars were placed before the + windows of Prince Edward's chamber. In 1240 Henry commenced building an + apartment for his own use near the wall of the castle, sixty feet long and + twenty-eight high; another apartment for the queen contiguous to it; and a + chapel, seventy feet long and twenty-eight feet wide, along the same wall, + but with a grassy space between it and the royal apartments. The chapel, + as appears from an order to Walter de Grey, Archbishop of York, had a + Galilee and a cloister, a lofty wooden roof covered with lead, and a stone + turret in front holding three or four bells. Withinside it was made to + appear like stone-work with good ceiling and painting, and it contained + four gilded images. + </p> + <p> + This structure is supposed to have been in existence, under the + designation of the Old College Church, in the latter part of the reign of + Henry the Seventh, by whom it was pulled down to make way for the + tomb-house. Traces of its architecture have been discovered by diligent + antiquarian research in the south ambulatory of the Dean's Cloister, and + in the door behind the altar in St. George's Chapel, the latter of which + is conceived to have formed the principal entrance to the older structure, + and has been described as exhibiting “one of the most beautiful specimens + which time and innovation have respected of the elaborate ornamental work + of the period.” + </p> + <p> + In 1241 Henry commenced operations upon the outworks of the castle, and + the three towers on the western side of the lower ward—now known as + the Curfew, the Garter, and the Salisbury Towers—were erected by + him. He also continued the walls along the south side of the lower ward, + traces of the architecture of the period being discoverable in the inner + walls of the houses of the alms-knights as far as the tower now bearing + his name. From thence it is concluded that the ramparts ran along the east + side of the upper ward to a tower occupying the site of the Wykeham or + Winchester Tower. + </p> + <p> + The three towers at the west end of the lower ward, though much + dilapidated, present unquestionable features of the architecture of the + thirteenth century. The lower storey of the Curfew Tower, which has been + but little altered, consists of a large vaulted chamber, twenty-two feet + wide, with walls of nearly thirteen feet in thickness, and having arched + recesses terminated by loopholes. The walls are covered with the + inscriptions of prisoners who have been confined within it. The Garter + Tower, though in a most ruinous condition, exhibits high architectural + beauty in its moulded arches and corbelled passages. The Salisbury Tower + retains only externally, and on the side towards the town, its original + aspect. The remains of a fourth tower are discernible in the Governor of + the Alms-Knights' Tower; and Henry the Third's Tower, as before observed, + completes what remains of the original chain of fortifications. + </p> + <p> + On the 24th of November 1244 Henry issued a writ enjoining “the clerks of + the works at Windsor to work day and night to wainscot the high chamber + upon the wall of the castle near our chapel in the upper bailey, so that + it may be ready and properly wainscoted on Friday next [the 24th occurring + on a Tuesday, only two days were allowed for the task], when we come + there, with boards radiated and coloured, so that nothing be found + reprehensible in that wainscot; and also to make at each gable of the said + chamber one glass window, on the outside of the inner window of each + gable, so that when the inner window shall be closed the glass windows may + be seen outside.” + </p> + <p> + The following year the works were suspended, but they were afterwards + resumed and continued, with few interruptions; the keep was new + constructed; a stone bench was fixed in the wall near the grass-plot by + the king's chamber; a bridge was thrown across the ditch to the king's + garden, which lay outside the walls; a barbican was erected, to which a + portcullis was subsequently attached; the bridges were defended by strong + iron chains; the old chambers in the upper ward were renovated; a conduit + and lavatory were added; and a fountain was constructed in the garden. + </p> + <p> + In this reign, in all probability, the Norman Tower, which now forms a + gateway between the middle and the upper ward, was erected. This tower, at + present allotted to the house keeper of the castle, Lady Mary Fox, was + used as a prison-lodging during the civil wars of Charles the First's + time; and many noble and gallant captives have left mementoes of their + loyalty and ill fate upon its walls. + </p> + <p> + In 1260 Henry received a visit to Windsor from his daughter Margaret, and + her husband, Alexander the Third, King of Scotland. The queen gave birth + to a daughter during her stay at the castle. + </p> + <p> + In 1264, during the contest between Henry and the barons, the valiant + Prince Edward, his son, returning from a successful expedition into Wales, + surprised the citizens of London, and carrying off their military chest, + in which was much treasure, retired to Windsor Castle and strongly + garrisoned it. The Queen Eleanor, his mother, would fain have joined him + there, but she was driven back by the citizens at London Bridge, and + compelled to take sanctuary in the palace of the Bishop of London, at St. + Paul's. + </p> + <p> + Compelled at length to surrender the castle to the barons, and to depart + from it with his consort, Eleanor of Castile, the brave prince soon + afterwards recovered it, but was again forced to deliver it up to Simon de + Montford, Earl of Leicester, who appointed Geoffrey de Langele governor. + But though frequently wrested from him at this period, Windsor Castle was + never long out of Henry's possession; and in 1265 the chief citizens of + London were imprisoned till they had paid the heavy fine imposed upon them + for their adherence to Simon de Montford, who had been just before slain + at the battle of Evesham. + </p> + <p> + During this reign a terrific storm of wind and thunder occurred, which + tore up several great trees in the park, shook the castle, and blew down a + part of the building in which the queen and her family were lodged, but + happily without doing them injury. + </p> + <p> + Four of the children of Edward the First, who was blessed with a numerous + offspring, were born at Windsor; and as he frequently resided at the + castle, the town began to increase in importance and consideration. By a + charter granted in 1276 it was created a free borough, and various + privileges were conferred on its inhabitants. Stow tells us that in 1295, + on the last day of February, there suddenly arose such a fire in the + castle of Windsor that many offices were therewith consumed, and many + goodly images, made to beautify the buildings, defaced and deformed. + </p> + <p> + Edward the Second, and his beautiful but perfidious queen, Isabella of + France, made Windsor Castle their frequent abode; and here, on the 13th + day of November 1312 at forty minutes past five in the morning, was born a + prince, over whose nativity the wizard Merlin must have presided. Baptized + within the old chapel by the name of Edward, this prince became afterwards + the third monarch of the name, and the greatest, and was also styled, from + the place of his birth, EDWARD OF WINDSOR. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Comprising the Third Great Epoch in the History of the + Castle—And showing how the Most Noble Order of the Garter + was instituted. +</pre> + <p> + Strongly attached to the place of his birth, Edward the Third, by his + letters patent dated from Westminster, in the twenty-second year of his + reign, now founded the ancient chapel established by Henry the First, and + dedicated it to the Virgin, Saint George of Cappadocia, and Saint Edward + the Confessor; ordaining that to the eight canons appointed by his + predecessor there should be added one custos, fifteen more canons, and + twenty-four alms-knights; the whole to be maintained out of the revenues + with which the chapel was to be endowed. The institution was confirmed by + Pope Clement the Sixth, by a bull issued at Avignon the 13th of November + 1351. + </p> + <p> + In 1349, before the foundation of the college had been confirmed, as above + related, Edward instituted the Order of the Garter. The origin of this + illustrious Order has been much disputed. By some writers it has been + ascribed to Richard Coeur de Lion, who is said to have girded a leathern + band round the legs of his bravest knights in. Palestine. By others it has + been asserted that it arose from the word “garter” having been used as a + watchword by Edward at the battle of Cressy. Others again have stoutly + maintained that its ringlike form bore mysterious reference to the Round + Table. But the popular legend, to which, despite the doubts thrown upon + it, credence still attaches, declares its origin to be as follows: Joan, + Countess of Salisbury, a beautiful dame, of whom Edward was enamoured, + while dancing at a high festival accidentally slipped her garter, of blue + embroidered velvet. It was picked up by her royal partner, who, noticing + the significant looks of his courtiers on the occasion, used the words to + them which afterwards became the motto of the Order—“Honi soit qui + mal y pense;” adding that “in a short time they should see that garter + advanced to so high honour and estimation as to account themselves happy + to wear it.” + </p> + <p> + But whatever may have originated the Order, it unquestionably owes its + establishment to motives of policy. Wise as valiant, and bent upon + prosecuting his claim to the crown of France, Edward, as a means of + accomplishing his object, resolved to collect beneath his standard the + best knights in Europe, and to lend a colour to the design, he gave forth + that he intended a restoration of King Arthur's Round Table, and + accordingly commenced constructing within the castle a large circular + building of two hundred feet in diameter, in which he placed a round + table. On the completion of the work, he issued proclamations throughout + England, Scotland, France, Burgundy, Flanders, Brabant, and the Empire, + inviting all knights desirous of approving their valour to a solemn feast + and jousts to be holden within the castle of Windsor on Saint George's + Day, 1345. The scheme was completely successful. The flower of the + chivalry of Europe—excepting that of Philip the Sixth of France, + who, seeing through the design, interdicted the attendance of his + knights-were present at the tournament, which was graced by Edward and his + chief nobles, together with his queen and three hundred of her fairest + dames, “adorned with all imaginable gallantry.” At this chivalrous + convocation the institution of the Order of the Garter was arranged; but + before its final establishment Edward assembled his principal barons and + knights, to determine upon the regulations, when it was decided that the + number should be limited to twenty-six. + </p> + <p> + The first installation took place on the anniversary of Saint George, the + patron of the Order, 1349, when the king, accompanied by the twenty-five + knights'-companions, attired in gowns of russet, with mantles of fine blue + woollen cloth, powdered with garters, and hearing the other insignia of + the Order, marched bareheaded in solemn procession to the chapel of Saint + George, then recently rebuilt, where mass was performed by William + Edington, Bishop of Winchester, after which they partook of a magnificent + banquet. The festivities were continued for several days. At the jousts + held on this occasion, David, King of Scotland, the Lord Charles of Blois, + and Ralph, Earl of Eu and Guisnes, and Constable of France, to whom the + chief prize of the day was adjudged, with others, then prisoners, + attended. The harness of the King of Scotland, embroidered with a pale of + red velvet, and beneath it a red rose, was provided at Edward's own + charge. This suit of armour was, until a few years back, preserved in the + Round Tower, where the royal prisoner was confined. Edward's device was a + white swan, gorged, or, with the “daring and inviting” motto— + </p> + <p> + Hay hay the wythe swan By God's soul I am thy man. + </p> + <p> + The insignia of the Order in the days of its founder were the garter, + mantle, surcoat, and hood, the George and collar being added by Henry the + Eighth. The mantle, as before intimated, was originally of fine blue + woollen cloth; but velvet, lined with taffeta, was substituted by Henry + the Sixth, the left shoulder being adorned with the arms of Saint George, + embroidered within a garter. Little is known of the materials of which the + early garter was composed; but it is supposed to have been adorned with + gold, and fastened with a buckle of the same metal. The modern garter is + of blue velvet, bordered with gold wire, and embroidered with the motto, + “Honi soit qui mal y pense.” It is worn on the left leg, a little below + the knee. The most magnificent garter that ever graced a sovereign was + that presented to Charles the First by Gustavus Adolphus, King of Sweden, + each letter in the motto of which was composed of diamonds. The collar is + formed of pieces of gold fashioned like garters, with a blue enamelled + ground. The letters of the motto are in gold, with a rose enamelled red in + the centre of each garter. From the collar hangs the George, an ornament + enriched with precious stones, and displaying the figure of the saint + encountering the dragon. + </p> + <p> + The officers of the Order are the prelate, represented by the Bishop of + Winchester; the Chancellor, by the Bishop of Oxford; the registrar, dean, + garter king-at-arms, and the usher of the black rod. Among the foreign + potentates who have been invested with the Order are eight emperors of + Germany, two of Russia, five kings of France, three of Spain, one of + Arragon, seven of Portugal, one of Poland, two of Sweden, six of Denmark, + two of Naples, one of Sicily and Jerusalem, one of Bohemia, two of + Scotland, seven princes of Orange, and many of the most illustrious + personages of different ages in Europe. + </p> + <p> + Truly hath the learned Selden written, “that the Order of the Garter hath + not only precedency of antiquity before the eldest rank of honour of that + kind anywhere established, but it exceeds in majesty, honour, and fame all + chivalrous orders in the world.” Well also hath glorious Dryden, in the + “Flower and the Leaf,” sung the praises of the illustrious Institution:— + </p> + <p> + “Behold an order yet of newer date, Doubling their number, equal in their + state; Our England's ornament, the crown's defence, In battle brave, + protectors of their prince: Unchanged by fortune, to their sovereign true, + For which their manly legs are bound with blue. These of the Garter + call'd, of faith unstain'd, In fighting fields the laurel have obtain'd, + And well repaid the laurels which they gained.” + </p> + <p> + In 1357 John, King of France, defeated at the battle of Poitiers by Edward + the Black Prince, was brought captive to Windsor; and on the festival of + Saint George in the following year; 1358, Edward outshone all his former + splendid doings by a tournament which he gave in honour of his royal + prisoner. Proclamation having been made as before, and letters of safe + conduct issued, the nobles and knighthood of Almayne, Gascoigne, Scotland, + and other countries, flocked to attend it, The Queen of Scotland, Edward's + sister, was present at the jousts; and it is said that John, commenting + upon the splendour of the spectacle, shrewdly observed “that he never saw + or knew such royal shows and feastings without some after-reckoning.” The + same monarch replied to his kingly captor, who sought to rouse him from + dejection, on another occasion—“Quomodo cantabimus canticum in terra + aliena!” + </p> + <p> + That his works might not be retarded for want of hands, Edward in the + twenty-fourth year of his reign appointed John de Sponlee master of the + stonehewers, with a power not only “to take and keep, as well within the + liberties as without, as many masons and other artificers as were + necessary, and to convey them to Windsor, but to arrest and imprison such + as should disobey or refuse; with a command to all sheriffs, mayors, + bailiffs, etc., to assist him.” These powers were fully acted upon at a + later period, when some of the workmen, having left their employment, were + thrown into Newgate; while the place of others, who had been carried off + by a pestilence then raging in the castle, was supplied by impressment. + </p> + <p> + In 1356 WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM was constituted superintendent of the works, + with the same powers as John de Sponlee, and his appointment marks an + important era in the annals of the castle. Originally secretary to Edward + the Third, this remarkable man became Bishop of Winchester and prelate of + the Garter. When he solicited the bishopric, it is said that Edward told + him he was neither a priest nor a scholar; to which he replied that he + would soon be the one, and in regard to the other, he would make more + scholars than all the bishops of England ever did. He made good his word + by founding the collegiate school at Winchester, and erecting New College + at Oxford. When the Winchester Tower was finished, he caused the words, + HOC FECIT WYKEHAM, to be carved upon it; and the king, offended at his + presumption, Wykeham turned away his displeasure by declaring that the + inscription meant that the castle had made him, and not that he had made + the castle. It is a curious coincidence that this tower, after a lapse of + four centuries and a half, should become the residence of an architect + possessing the genius of Wykeham, and who, like him, had rebuilt the + kingly edifice—SIR JEFFRY WYATVILLE. + </p> + <p> + William of Wykeham retired from office, loaded with honours, in 1362, and + was succeeded by William de Mulso. He was interred in the cathedral at + Winchester. His arms were argent, two chevrons, sable, between three + roses, gules, with the motto—“Manners maketh man.” + </p> + <p> + In 1359 Holinshed relates that the king “set workmen in hand to take down + much old buildings belonging to the castle, and caused divers other fine + and sumptuous works to be set up in and about the same castle, so that + almost all the masons and carpenters that were of any account in the land + were sent for and employed about the same works.” The old buildings here + referred to were probably the remains of the palace and keep of Henry the + First in the middle ward. + </p> + <p> + As the original chapel dedicated to Saint George was demolished by Edward + the Fourth, its position and form cannot be clearly determined, But a + conjecture has been hazarded that it occupied the same ground as the choir + of the present chapel, and extended farther eastward. + </p> + <p> + “Upon the question of its style,” says Mr. Poynter, from whose valuable + account of the castle much information has been derived, “there is the + evidence of two fragments discovered near this site, a corbel and a + piscina, ornamented with foliage strongly characteristic of the Decorated + English Gothic, and indicating, by the remains of colour on their + surfaces, that they belonged to an edifice adorned in the polychromatic + style, so elaborately developed in the chapel already built by Edward the + Third at Westminster.” + </p> + <p> + The royal lodgings, Saint George's Hall, the buildings on the east and + north sides of the upper ward, the Round Tower, the canons' houses in the + lower ward, and the whole circumference of the castle, exclusive of the + towers erected in Henry the Third's reign, were now built. Among the + earlier works in Edward's reign is the Dean's Cloister. The square of the + upper ward, added by this monarch, occupied a space of four hundred and + twenty feet, and encroached somewhat upon the middle ward. Externally the + walls presented a grim, regular appearance, broken only by the buttresses, + and offering no other apertures than the narrow loopholes and gateways. + Some traces of the architecture of the period may still be discerned in + the archway and machecoulis of the principal gateway adjoining the Round + Tower; the basement chamber of the Devil Tower, or Edward the Third's + Tower; and in the range of groined and four-centred vaulting, extending + along the north side of the upper quadrangle, from the kitchen gateway to + King John's Tower. + </p> + <p> + In 1359 Queen Philippa, consort of Edward the Third, breathed her last in + Windsor Castle. + </p> + <p> + Richard the Second, grandson of Edward the Third, frequently kept his + court at Windsor. Here, in 1382, it was determined by council that war + should be declared against France; and here, sixteen years later, on a + scaffold erected within the castle, the famous appeal for high treason was + made by Henry of Lancaster, Duke of Hereford, against Thomas Mowbray, Duke + of Norfolk, the latter of whom defied his accuser to mortal combat. The + duel was stopped by the king, and the adversaries banished; but the Duke + of Lancaster afterwards returned to depose his banisher. About the same + time, the citizens of London having refused Richard a large loan, he + summoned the lord mayor, sheriffs, aldermen, and twenty-four of the + principal citizens, to his presence, and after rating them soundly, + ordered them all into custody, imprisoning the lord mayor in the castle. + </p> + <p> + In this reign Geoffrey Chaucer, “the father of English poetry,” was + appointed clerk to the works of Saint George's Chapel, at a salary of two + shillings per day (a sum equal to 657 pounds per annum of modern money), + with the same arbitrary power as had been granted to previous surveyors to + impress carpenters and masons. Chaucer did not retain his appointment more + than twenty months, and was succeeded by John Gedney. + </p> + <p> + It was at Windsor that Henry the Fourth, scarcely assured of the crown he + had seized, received intelligence of a conspiracy against his life from + the traitorous Aumerle, who purchased his own safety at the expense of his + confederates. The timely warning enabled the king to baffle the design. It + was in Windsor also that the children of Mortimer, Earl of March, the + rightful successor to the throne, were detained as hostages for their + father. Liberated by the Countess-dowager of Gloucester, who contrived to + open their prison door with false keys, the youthful captives escaped to + the marshes of Wales, where, however, they were overtaken by the + emissaries of Henry, and brought back to their former place of + confinement. + </p> + <p> + A few years later another illustrious prisoner was brought to Windsor—namely, + Prince James, the son of King Robert the Third, and afterwards James the + First of Scotland. This prince remained a captive for upwards of eighteen + years; not being released till 1424, in the second of Henry the Sixth, by + the Duke of Bedford, then regent. James's captivity, and his love for Jane + of Beaufort, daughter of the Duke of Somerset, and granddaughter to John + of Gaunt, to whom he was united, have breathed a charm over the Round + Tower, where he was confined; and his memory, like that of the chivalrous + and poetical Surrey, whom he resembled in character and accomplishments, + will be ever associated with it. + </p> + <p> + In the “King's Quair,” the royal poet has left an exquisite picture of a + garden nook, contrived within the dry moat of the dungeon. + </p> + <p> + “Now was there made, fast by the tower's wall, A garden faire, and in the + corners set An arbour green with wandis long and small Railed about, and + so with leaves beset Was all the place, and hawthorn hedges knet, That lyf + was none, walking there forbye, That might within scarce any wight espy. + So thick the branches and the leave's green Beshaded all the alleys that + there were. And midst of every harbour might be seen The sharpe, green, + sweet juniper, Growing so fair with branches here and there, That as it + seemed to a lyf without The boughs did spread the arbour all about.” + </p> + <p> + And he thus describes the first appearance of the lovely Jane, and the + effect produced upon him by her charms: + </p> + <p> + “And therewith cast I down mine eye again, Where as I saw walking under + the tower, Full secretly, new comyn her to plain, The fairest and the + freshest younge flower That e'er I saw, methought, before that hour; For + which sudden abate, anon did start The blood of all my body to my heart.” + </p> + <p> + Henry the Fifth occasionally kept his court at Windsor, and in 1416 + entertained with great magnificence the Emperor Sigismund, who brought + with him an invaluable relic—the heart of Saint George—which + he bestowed upon the chapter. The emperor was at the same time invested + with the Order. + </p> + <p> + In 1421 the unfortunate Henry the Sixth was born within the castle, and in + 1484 he was interred within it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Comprising the Fourth Epoch in the History of the Castle— + And showing how Saint George's Chapel was rebuilt by King + Edward the Fourth. +</pre> + <p> + Finding the foundation and walls of Saint George's Chapel much dilapidated + and decayed, Edward the Fourth resolved to pull down the pile, and build a + larger and statelier structure in its place. With this view, he + constituted Richard Beauchamp, Bishop of Salisbury, surveyor of the works, + from whose designs arose the present beautiful edifice. To enable the + bishop to accomplish the work, power was given him to remove all + obstructions, and to enlarge the space by the demolition of the three + buildings then commonly called Clure's Tower, Berner's Tower, and the + Almoner's Tower. + </p> + <p> + The zeal and assiduity with which Beauchamp prosecuted his task is + adverted to in the patent of his appointment to the office of chancellor + of the Garter, the preamble whereof recites, “that out of mere love + towards the Order, he had given himself the leisure daily to attend the + advancement and progress of this goodly fabric.” + </p> + <p> + The chapel, however, was not completed in one reign, or by one architect. + Sir Reginald Bray, prime minister of Henry the Seventh, succeeded Bishop + Beauchamp as surveyor of the works, and it was by him that the matchless + roof of the choir and other parts of the fabric were built. Indeed, the + frequent appearance of Bray's arms, sometimes single, sometimes impaling + his alliances, in many parts of the ceiling and windows, has led to the + supposition that he himself contributed largely to the expense of the + work. The groined ceiling of the chapel was not commenced till the + twenty-seventh year of the reign of Henry the Seventh, when the pinnacles + of the roof were decorated with vanes, supported by gilt figures of lions, + antelopes, greyhounds, and dragons, the want of which is still a detriment + to the external beauty of the structure. + </p> + <p> + “The main vaulting of St. George's Chapel,” says Mr. Poynter, “is perhaps, + without exception, the most beautiful specimen of the Gothic stone roof in + existence; but it has been very improperly classed with those of the same + architectural period in the chapels of King's College, Cambridge, and + Henry the Seventh, at Westminster. The roofing of the aisle and the centre + compartment of the body of the building are indeed in that style, but the + vault of the nave and choir differ essentially from fan vaulting, both in + drawing and construction. It is, in fact, a waggon-headed vault, broken by + Welsh groins—that is to say, groins which cut into the main arch + below the apex. It is not singular in the principle of its design, but it + is unique in its proportions, in which the exact mean seems to be attained + between the poverty and monotony of a waggon-headed ceiling and the + ungraceful effect of a mere groined roof with a depressed roof or large + span—to which may be added, that with a richness of effect scarcely, + if at all, inferior to fan tracery, it is free from those abrupt junctions + of the lines and other defects of drawing inevitable when the length and + breadth of the compartments of fan vaulting differ very much, of which + King's College Chapel exhibits some notable instances.” + </p> + <p> + Supported by these exquisite ribs and groins, the ceiling is decorated + with heraldic insignia, displaying the arms of Edward the Confessor, + Edward the Third, Edward the Black Prince, Henry the Sixth, Edward the + Fourth, Henry the Seventh, and Henry the Eighth; with the arms of England + and France quartered, the holy cross, the shield or cross of Saint George, + the rose, portcullis, lion rampant, unicorn, fleur-de-lis, dragon, and + prince's feathers, together with the arms of a multitude of noble + families. In the nave are emblazoned the arms of Henry the Eighth, and of + several knights-companions, among which are those of Charles the Fifth, + Francis the First, and Ferdinand, Infant of Spain. The extreme lightness + and graceful proportions of the pillars lining the aisles contribute + greatly to the effect of this part of the structure. + </p> + <p> + Beautiful, however, as is the body of the chapel, it is not comparable to + the choir. Here, and on either side, are ranged the stalls of the knights, + formerly twenty-six in number, but now increased to thirty-two, + elaborately carved in black oak, and covered by canopies of the richest + tabernacle-work, supported by slender pillars. On the pedestals is + represented the history of the Saviour, and on the front of the stalls at + the west end of the choir is carved the legend of Saint George; while on + the outside of the upper seat is cut, in old Saxon characters, the + twentieth Psalm in Latin. On the canopies of the stalls are placed the + mantle, helmet, coat, and sword of the knights-companions; and above them + are hung their emblazoned banners. On the back of each stall are fixed + small enamelled plates, graven with the titles of the knights who have + occupied it. The ancient stall of the sovereign was removed in 1788, and a + new seat erected. + </p> + <p> + The altar was formerly adorned with costly hangings of crimson velvet and + gold, but these, together with the consecrated vessels of great value, + were seized by order of Parliament in 1642 amid the general plunder of the + foundation. The service of the altar was replaced by Charles the Second. + </p> + <p> + The sovereign's stall is immediately on the right on the entrance to the + choir, and the prince's on the left. The queen's closet is on the north + side above the altar. Beneath it is the beautiful and elaborately-wrought + framework of iron, representing a pair of gates between two Gothic towers, + designed as a screen to the tomb of Edward the Fourth, and which, though + popularly attributed to Quentin Matsys, has with more justice been + assigned to Master John Tressilian. + </p> + <p> + One great blemish to the chapel exists in the window over the altar, the + mullions and tracery of which have been removed to make way for dull + colourless copies in painted glass of West's designs. Instead of —“blushing + with the blood of kings, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings”—steeping + the altar in rich suffusion, chequering the walls and pavement with + variegated hues, and filling the whole sacred spot with a warm and + congenial glow, these panes produce a cold, cheerless, and most + disagreeable effect. + </p> + <p> + The removal of this objectionable feature, and the restoration of + framework and compartments in the style of the original, and enriched with + ancient mellow-toned and many-hued glass in keeping with the place, are + absolutely indispensable to the completeness and unity of character of the + chapel. Two clerestory windows at the east end of the choir, adjoining the + larger window, have been recently filled with stained glass in much better + taste. + </p> + <p> + The objections above made may be urged with equal force against the east + and west windows of the south aisle of the body of the fane, and the west + window of the north aisle. The glorious west window, composed of eighty + compartments, embellished with figures of kings, patriarchs, and bishops, + together with the insignia of the Garter and the arms of the prelates—the + wreck gathered from all the other windows—and streaming with the + radiance of the setting sun upon the broad nave and graceful pillars of + the aisles—this superb window, an admirable specimen of the + architecture of the age in which it was designed, had well-nigh shared the + fate of the others, and was only preserved from desecration by the + circumstance of the death of the glass-painter. The mullions of this + window being found much decayed, were carefully and consistently restored + during the last year by Mr. Blore, and the ancient stained glass replaced. + </p> + <p> + Not only does Saint George's Chapel form a house of prayer and a temple of + chivalry, but it is also the burial-place of kings. At the east end of the + north aisle of the choir is a plain flag, bearing the words— + </p> + <p> + King Edward IIII. And his Queen Elizabeth Widville. + </p> + <p> + The coat of mail and surcoat, decorated with rubies and precious stones, + together with other rich trophies once ornamenting this tomb, were carried + off by the Parliamentary plunderers. Edward's queen, Elizabeth Woodville, + it was thought, slept beside him; but when the royal tomb was opened in + 1789, and the two coffins within it examined, the smaller one was found + empty. The queen's body was subsequently discovered in a stone coffin by + the workmen employed in excavating the vault for George the Third. + Edward's coffin was seven feet long, and contained a perfect skeleton. On + the opposite aisle, near the choir door, as already mentioned, rests the + ill-fated Henry the Sixth, beneath an arch sumptuously embellished by + Henry the Eighth, on the key-stone of which may still be seen his arms, + supported by two antelopes connected by a golden chain. Henry's body was + removed from Chertsey, where it was first interred, and reburied in 1484, + with much solemnity, in this spot. Such was the opinion entertained of his + sanctity that miracles were supposed to be wrought upon his tomb, and + Henry the Seventh applied to have him canonised, but the demands of the + Pope were too exorbitant. The proximity of Henry and Edward in death + suggested the following lines to Pope— + </p> + <p> + “Here, o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, And fast beside him + once-fear'd Edward sleeps; The grave unites, where e'en the grave finds + rest, And mingled here the oppressor and the opprest.” + </p> + <p> + In the royal vault in the choir repose Henry the Eighth and his third + queen Jane Seymour, together with the martyred Charles the First. + </p> + <p> + Space only permits the hasty enumeration of the different chapels and + chantries adorning this splendid fane. These are Lincoln Chapel, near + which Richard Beauchamp, Bishop of Salisbury, is buried; Oxenbridge + Chapel; Aldworth Chapel; Bray Chapel, where rests the body of Sir Reginald + de Bray, the architect of the pile; Beaufort Chapel, containing sumptuous + monuments of the noble family of that name; Rutland Chapel; Hastings + Chapel; and Urswick Chapel, in which is now placed the cenotaph of the + Princess Charlotte, sculptured by Matthew Wyatt. + </p> + <p> + In a vault near the sovereign's stall lie the remains of the Duke of + Gloucester, who died in 1805, and of his duchess, who died two years after + him. And near the entrance of the south door is a slab of grey marble, + beneath which lies \one who in his day filled the highest offices of the + realm, and was the brother of a king and the husband of a queen. It is + inscribed with the great name of Charles Brandon. + </p> + <p> + At the east end of the north aisle is the chapter-house, in which is a + portrait and the sword of state of Edward the Third. + </p> + <p> + Adjoining the chapel on the east stands the royal tombhouse. Commenced by + Henry the Seventh as a mausoleum, but abandoned for the chapel in + Westminster Abbey, this structure was granted by Henry the Eighth to + Wolsey, who, intending it as a place of burial for himself, erected within + it a sumptuous monument of black and white marble, with eight large brazen + columns placed around it, and four others in the form of candlesticks. + </p> + <p> + At the time of the cardinal's disgrace, when the building reverted to the + crown, the monument was far advanced towards completion—the vast sum + of 4280 ducats having been paid to Benedetto, a Florentine sculptor, for + work, and nearly four hundred pounds for gilding part of it. This tomb was + stripped of its ornaments and destroyed by the Parliamentary rebels in + 1646; but the black marble sarcophagus forming part of it, and intended as + a receptacle for Wolsey's own remains, escaped destruction, and now covers + the grave of Nelson in a crypt of Saint Paul's Cathedral. + </p> + <p> + Henry the Eighth was not interred in this mausoleum, but in Saint George's + Chapel, as has just been mentioned, and as he himself directed, “midway + between the state and the high altar.” Full instructions were left by him + for the erection of a monument which, if it had been completed, would have + been truly magnificent. The pavement was to be of oriental stones, with + two great steps upon it of the same material. The two pillars of the + church between which the tomb was to be set were to be covered with + bas-reliefs, representing the chief events of the Old Testament, angels + with gilt garlands, fourteen images of the prophets, the apostles, the + evangelists, and the four doctors of the Church, and at the foot of every + image a little child with a basket full of red and white roses enamelled + and gilt. Between these pillars, on a basement of white marble, the + epitaphs of the king and queen were to be written in letters of gold. + </p> + <p> + On the same basement were to be two tombs of black touchstone supporting + the images of the king and queen, not as dead, but sleeping, “to show,” so + runs the order, “that famous princes leaving behind them great fame do + never die.” On the right hand, at either corner of the tomb, was to be an + angel holding the king's arms, with a great candlestick, and at the + opposite corners two other angels hearing the queen's arms and + candlesticks. Between the two black tombs was to rise a high basement, + like a sepulchre, surmounted by a statue of the king on horseback, in + armour—both figures to be “of the whole stature of a goodly man and + a large horse.” Over this statue was to be a canopy, like a triumphal + arch, of white marble, garnished with oriental stones of divers colours, + with the history of Saint John the Baptist wrought in gilt brass upon it, + with a crowning group of the Father holding the soul of the king in his + right hand and the soul of the queen in his left, and blessing them. The + height of the monument was to be twenty-eight feet. + </p> + <p> + The number of statues was to be one hundred and thirty-four, with + forty-four bas-reliefs. It would be matter of infinite regret that this + great design was never executed, if its destruction by the Parliamentary + plunderers would not in that case have been also matter of certainty. + </p> + <p> + Charles the First intended to fit up this structure as a royal mausoleum, + but was diverted from the plan by the outbreak of the civil war. It was + afterwards used as a chapel by James the Second, and mass was publicly + performed in it. The ceiling was painted by Verrio, and the walls highly + ornamented; but the decorations were greatly injured by the fury of an + anti-Catholic mob, who assailed the building, and destroyed its windows, + on the occasion of a banquet given to the Pope's nuncio by the king. + </p> + <p> + In this state it continued till the commencement of the present century, + when the exterior was repaired by George the Third, and a vault, seventy + feet in length, twenty-eight in width, and fourteen in depth, constructed + within it, for the reception of the royal family. Catacombs, formed of + massive octangular pillars, and supporting ranges of shelves, line the + walls on either side. + </p> + <p> + At the eastern extremity there are five niches, and in the middle twelve + low tombs. A subterranean passage leads from the vault beneath the choir + of Saint George's altar to the sepulchre. Within it are deposited the + bodies of George the Third and Queen Charlotte, the Princesses Amelia and + Charlotte, the Dukes of Kent and York, and the last two sovereigns, George + the Fourth and William the Fourth. + </p> + <p> + But to return to the reign of Edward the Fourth, from which the desire to + bring down the history of Saint George's Chapel to the present time has + led to the foregoing digression. About the same time that the chapel was + built, habitations for the dean and canons were erected on the north-east + of the fane, while another range of dwellings for the minor canons was + built at its west end, disposed in the form of a fetterlock, one of the + badges of Edward the Fourth, and since called the Horse-shoe Cloisters. + The ambulatory of these cloisters once displayed a fine specimen of the + timber architecture of Henry the Seventh's time, when they were repaired, + but little of their original character can now be discerned. + </p> + <p> + In 1482 Edward, desirous of advancing his popularity with the citizens of + London, invited the lord mayor and aldermen to Windsor, where he feasted + them royally, and treated them to the pleasures of the chase, sending them + back to their spouses loaded with game. + </p> + <p> + In 1484 Richard the Third kept the feast of Saint George at Windsor, and + the building of the chapel was continued during his reign. + </p> + <p> + The picturesque portion of the castle on the north side of the upper ward, + near the Norman Gateway, and which is one of the noblest Gothic features + of the proud pile, was built by Henry the Seventh, whose name it still + bears. The side of this building looking towards the terrace was + originally decorated with two rich windows, but one of them has + disappeared, and the other has suffered much damage. + </p> + <p> + In 1500 the deanery was rebuilt by Dean Urswick. At the lower end of the + court, adjoining the canons' houses behind the Horse-shoe Cloisters, + stands the Collegiate Library, the date of which is uncertain, though it + may perhaps be referred to this period. The establishment was enriched in + later times by a valuable library, bequeathed to it by the Earl of + Ranelagh. + </p> + <p> + In 1506 Windsor was the scene of great festivity, in consequence of the + unexpected arrival of Philip, King of Castile, and his queen, who had been + driven by stress of weather into Weymouth. The royal visitors remained for + several weeks at the castle, during which it continued a scene of revelry, + intermixed with the sports of the chase. At the same time Philip was + invested with the Order of the Garter, and installed in the chapel of St. + George. + </p> + <p> + The great gateway to the lower ward was built in the commencement of the + reign of Henry the Eighth; it is decorated with his arms and devices—the + rose, portcullis, and fleur-de-lis, and with the bearings of Catherine of + Arragon. In 1522 Charles the Fifth visited Windsor, and was installed I + knight of the Garter. + </p> + <p> + During a period of dissension in the council, Edward the Sixth was removed + for safety to Windsor by the Lord Protector Somerset, and here, at a later + period, the youthful monarch received a letter from the council urging the + dismissal of Somerset, with which, by the advice of the Arch-bishop of + Canterbury, he complied. + </p> + <p> + In this reign an undertaking to convey water to the castle from Blackmore + Park, near Wingfield, a distance of five miles, was commenced, though it + was not till 1555, in the time of Mary, that the plan was accomplished, + when a pipe was brought into the upper ward, “and there the water + plenteously did rise thirteen feet high.” In the middle of the court was + erected a magnificent fountain, consisting of a canopy raised upon + columns, gorgeously decorated with heraldic ornaments, and surmounted by a + great vane, with the arms of Philip and Mary impaled upon it, and + supported by a lion and an eagle, gilt and painted. The water was + discharged by a great dragon, one of the supporters of the Tudor arms, + into the cistern beneath, whence it was conveyed by pipes to every part of + the castle. + </p> + <p> + Mary held her court at Windsor soon after her union with Philip of Spain. + About this period the old habitations of the alms-knights on the south + side of the lower quadrangle were taken down, and others erected in their + stead. + </p> + <p> + Fewer additions were made to Windsor Castle by Elizabeth than might have + been expected from her predilection for it as a place of residence. She + extended and widened the north terrace, where, when lodging within the + castle, she daily took exercise, whatever might be the weather. The + terrace at this time, as it is described by Paul Hentzner, and as it + appears in Norden's view, was a sort of balcony projecting beyond the + scarp of the hill, and supported by great cantilevers of wood. + </p> + <p> + In 1576 the gallery still bearing her name, and lying between Henry the + Seventh's buildings and the Norman Tower, was erected by Elizabeth. This + portion of the castle had the good fortune to escape the alterations and + modifications made in almost every other part of the upper ward after the + restoration of Charles the Second. It now forms the library. A large + garden was laid out by the same queen, and a small gateway on Castle Hill + built by her—which afterwards became one of the greatest + obstructions to the approach, and it was taken down by George the Fourth. + </p> + <p> + Elizabeth often hunted in the parks, and exhibited her skill in archery, + which was by no means inconsiderable, at the butts. Her fondness for + dramatic performances likewise induced her to erect a stage within the + castle, on which plays and interludes were performed. And to her + admiration of the character of Falstaff, and her love of the locality, the + world is indebted for the “Merry Wives of Windsor.” + </p> + <p> + James the First favoured Windsor as much as his predecessors; caroused + within its halls, and chased the deer in its parks; Christian the Fourth + of Denmark was sumptuously entertained by him at Windsor. In this reign a + curious dispute occurred between the king and the dean and chapter + respecting the repair of a breach in the wall, which was not brought to + issue for three years, when, after much argument, it was decided in favour + of the clergy. + </p> + <p> + Little was done at Windsor by Charles the First until the tenth year of + his reign, when a banqueting-house erected by Elizabeth was taken down, + and the magnificent fountain constructed by Queen Mary demolished. Two + years after wards “a pyramid or lantern,” with a clock, hell, and dial, + was ordered to be set up in front of the castle, and a balcony was erected + before the room where Henry the Sixth was born. + </p> + <p> + In the early part of the year 1642 Charles retired to Windsor to shield + himself from the insults of the populace, and was followed by a committee + of the House of Commons, who prevailed upon him to desist from the + prosecution of the impeached members. On the 23rd of October in the same + year, Captain Fogg, at the head of a Parliamentarian force, demanded the + keys of the college treasury, and, not being able to obtain them, forced + open the doors, and carried off the whole of the plate. + </p> + <p> + The plunder of the college was completed by Vane, the Parliamentary + governor of the castle, who seized upon the whole of the furniture and + decorations of the choir, rifled the tomb of Edward the Fourth, stripped + off all the costly ornaments from Wolsey's tomb, defaced the emblazonings + over Henry the Sixth's grave, broke the rich painted glass of the windows, + and wantonly destroyed the exquisite woodwork of the choir. + </p> + <p> + Towards the close of the year 1648 the ill-fated Charles was brought a + prisoner to Windsor, where he remained while preparations were made for + the execrable tragedy soon afterwards enacted. After the slaughter of the + martyr-monarch the castle became the prison of the Earl of Norwich, Lord + Capel, and the Duke of Hamilton, and other royalists and cavaliers. + </p> + <p> + Cromwell frequently resided within the castle, and often took a moody and + distrustful walk upon the terrace. It was during the Protectorate, in + 1677, that the ugly buildings appropriated to the naval knights, and + standing between the Garter Tower and Chancellor's Tower, were erected by + Sir Francis Crane. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Containing the History of the Castle from the Reign of + Charles the Second to that of George the Third—With a few + Particulars concerning the Parks and the Forest. Windsor + Castle. +</pre> + <p> + ON the Restoration the castle resumed its splendour, and presented a + striking contrast to the previous gloomy period. The terrace, with its + festive groups, resembled a picture by Watteau, the courts resounded with + laughter, and the velvet sod of the home park was as often pressed by the + foot of frolic beauty as by that of the tripping deer. + </p> + <p> + Seventeen state apartments were erected by Sir Christopher Wren, under the + direction of Sir John Denham. The ceilings were painted by Verrio, and the + walls decorated with exquisite carvings by Grinling Gibbons. A grand + staircase was added at the same time. Most of the chambers were hung with + tapestry, and all adorned with pictures and costly furniture. The addition + made to the castle by Charles was the part of the north front, then called + the “Star Building,” from the star of the Order of the Garter worked in + colours in the front of it, but now denominated the “Stuart Building,” + extending eastward along the terrace from Henry the Seventh's building one + hundred and seventy feet. In 1676 the ditch was filled up, and the terrace + carried along the south and east fronts of the castle. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the original character of the castle was completely destroyed + and Italianised. The beautiful and picturesque irregularities of the walls + were removed, the towers shaved off, the windows transformed into + commonplace circular-headed apertures. And so the castle remained for more + than a century. + </p> + <p> + Edward the Third's Tower, indifferently called the Earl Marshal's Tower + and the Devil Tower, and used as a place of confinement for state + prisoners, was now allotted to the maids of honour. It was intended by + Charles to erect a monument in honour of his martyred father on the site + of the tomb-house, which he proposed to remove, and 70,000 pounds were + voted by Parliament for this purpose. The design, however, was abandoned + under the plea that the body could not be found, though it was perfectly + well known where it lay. The real motive, probably, was that Charles had + already spent the money. + </p> + <p> + In 1680 an equestrian statue of Charles the Second, executed by Strada, at + the expense of Tobias Rustat, formerly housekeeper at Hampton Court, was + placed in the centre of the upper ward. It now stands at the lower end of + the same court. The sculptures on the pedestal were designed by Grinling + Gibbons; and Horace Walpole pleasantly declared that the statue had no + other merit than to attract attention to them. + </p> + <p> + In old times a road, forming a narrow irregular avenue, ran through the + woods from the foot of the castle to Snow Hill but this road having been + neglected during a long series of years, the branches of the trees and + underwood had so much encroached upon it as to render it wholly + impassable. A grand avenue, two hundred and forty feet wide, was planned + by Charles in its place, and the magnificent approach called the Long Walk + laid out and planted. + </p> + <p> + The only material incident connected with the castle during the reign of + James the Second has been already related. + </p> + <p> + Windsor was not so much favoured as Hampton Court by William the Third, + though he contemplated alterations within it during the latter part of his + life which it may be matter of rejoicing were never accomplished. + </p> + <p> + Queen Anne's operations were chiefly directed towards the parks, in + improving which nearly 40,000 pounds were expended. In 1707 the extensive + avenue running almost parallel with the Long Walk, and called the “Queen's + Walk,” was planted by her; and three years afterwards a carriage road was + formed through the Long Walk. A garden was also planned on the north side + of the castle. In this reign Sir James Thornhill commenced painting + Charles the Second's staircase with designs from Ovid's Metamorphoses, but + did not complete his task till after the accession of George the First. + This staircase was removed in 1800, to make way for the present Gothic + entrance erected by the elder Wyatt. + </p> + <p> + The first two monarchs of the house of Hanover rarely used Windsor as a + residence, preferring Hampton Court and Kensington; and even George the + Third did not actually live in the castle, but in the Queen's Lodge—a + large detached building, with no pretension to architectural beauty, which + he himself erected opposite the south terrace, at a cost of nearly 44,000 + pounds. With most praiseworthy zeal, and almost entirely at his own + expense, this monarch undertook the restoration of Saint George's Chapel. + The work was commenced in 1787, occupied three years, and was executed by + Mr. Emlyn, a local architect. The whole building was repaved, a new + altar-screen and organ added, and the carving restored. + </p> + <p> + In 1796 Mr. James Wyatt was appointed surveyor-general of the royal + buildings, and effected many internal arrangements. Externally he restored + Wren's round-headed windows to their original form, and at the same time + gothicized a large portion of the north and south sides of the upper ward. + </p> + <p> + Before proceeding further, a word must be said about the parks. The home + park, which lies on the east and north sides of the castle, is about four + miles in circumference, and was enlarged and enclosed with a brick wall by + William the Third. On the east, and nearly on the site of the present sunk + garden, a bowling-green was laid out by Charles the Second. Below, on the + north, were Queen Anne's gardens, since whose time the declivity of the + hill has been planted with forest trees. At the east angle of the north + terrace are the beautiful slopes, with a path skirting the north side of + the home park and leading through charming plantations in the direction of + the royal farm and dairy, the ranger's lodge, and the kennel for the + queen's harriers. This park contains many noble trees; and the grove of + elms in the south-east, near the spot where the scathed oak assigned to + Herne stands, is traditionally asserted to have been a favourite walk of + Queen Elizabeth. It still retains her name. + </p> + <p> + The great park is approached by the magnificent avenue called the Long + Walk, laid out, as has been stated, by Charles the Second, and extending + to the foot of Snow Hill, the summit of which is crowned by the colossal + equestrian statue of George the Third, by Westmacott. Not far from this + point stands Cumberland Lodge, which derives its name from William, Duke + of Cumberland, to whom it was granted in 1744. According to Norden's + survey, in 1607, this park contained 3050 acres; but when surveyed by + George the Third it was found to consist of 3800 acres, of which 200 were + covered with water. At that time the park was over grown with fern and + rushes, and abounded in bogs and swamps, which in many places were + dangerous and almost impassable. It contained about three thousand head of + deer in bad condition. The park has since been thoroughly drained, + smoothed, and new planted in parts; and two farms have been introduced + upon it, under the direction of Mr. Kent, at which the Flemish and Norfolk + modes of husbandry have been successfully practised. + </p> + <p> + Boasting every variety of forest scenery, and commanding from its knolls + and acclivities magnificent views of the castle, the great park is + traversed, in all directions, by green drives threading its long vistas, + or crossing its open glades, laid out by George the Fourth. Amid the + groves at the back of Spring Hill, in a charmingly sequestered situation, + stands a small private chapel, built in the Gothic style, and which was + used as a place of devotion by George the Fourth during the progress of + the improvements at the castle, and is sometimes attended by the present + queen. + </p> + <p> + Not the least of the attractions of the park is Virginia Water, with its + bright and beautiful expanse, its cincture of green banks, soft and smooth + as velvet, its screen of noble woods, its Chinese fishing-temple, its + frigates, its ruins, its cascade, cave, and Druidical temple, its obelisk + and bridges, with numberless beauties besides, which it would be + superfluous to describe here. This artificial mere covers pretty nearly + the same surface of ground as that occupied by the great lake of olden + times. + </p> + <p> + Windsor forest once comprehended a circumference of a hundred and twenty + miles, and comprised part of Buckinghamshire, a considerable portion of + Surrey, and the whole south-east side of Berkshire, as far as Hungerford. + On the Surrey side it included Chobham and Chertsey, and extended along + the side of the Wey, which marked its limits as far as Guildford. In the + reign of James the First, when it was surveyed by Norden, its circuit was + estimated at seventy-seven miles and a half, exclusive of the liberties + extending into Buckinghamshire. There were fifteen walks within it, each + under the charge of a head keeper, and the whole contained upwards of + three thousand head of deer. It is now almost wholly enclosed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The Last Great Epoch in the History of the Castle. +</pre> + <p> + A prince of consummate taste and fine conceptions, George the Fourth + meditated, and, what is better, accomplished the restoration of the castle + to more than its original grandeur. He was singularly fortunate in his + architect. Sir Jeffry Wyatville was to him what William of Wykeham had + been to Edward the Third. All the incongruities of successive reigns were + removed: all, or nearly all, the injuries inflicted by time repaired; and + when the work so well commenced was finished, the structure took its place + as the noblest and most majestic palatial residence in existence. + </p> + <p> + To enter into a full detail of Wyatville's achievements is beyond the + scope of the present work; but a brief survey may be taken of them. Never + was lofty design more fully realised. View the castle on the north, with + its grand terrace of nearly a thousand feet in length, and high embattled + walls; its superb facade, comprehending the stately Brunswick Tower; the + Cornwall Tower, with its gorgeous window; George the Fourth's Tower, + including the great oriel window of the state drawing-room; the restored + Stuart buildings, and those of Henry the Seventh and of Elizabeth; the + renovated Norman Tower; the Powder Tower, with the line of walls as far as + the Winchester Tower;—view this, and then turn to the east, and + behold another front of marvellous beauty extending more than four hundred + feet from north to south, and displaying the Prince of Wales's Tower, the + Chester, Clarence, and Victoria Towers—all of which have been raised + above their former level, and enriched by great projecting windows;—behold + also the beautiful sunken garden, with its fountain and orangery, its + flights of steps, and charming pentagonal terrace;—proceed to the + south front, of which the Victoria Tower, with its machicolated + battlements and oriel window, forms so superb a feature at the eastern + corner, the magnificent gateway receiving its name from George the Fourth, + flanked by the York and Lancaster Towers, and opening in a continued line + from the Long Walk; look at Saint George's Gate, Edward the Third's + renovated tower, and the octagon tower beyond it; look at all these, and + if they fail to excite a due appreciation of the genius that conceived + them, gaze at the triumph of the whole, and which lords over all the rest—the + Round Tower—gaze at it, and not here alone, but from the heights of + the great park, from the vistas of the home park, from the bowers of Eton, + the meads of Clewer and Datchet, from the Brocas, the gardens of the naval + knights—from a hundred points; view it at sunrise when the royal + standard is hoisted, or at sunset when it is lowered, near or at a + distance, and it will be admitted to be the work of a prodigious + architect! + </p> + <p> + But Wyatville's alterations have not yet been fully considered. Pass + through Saint George's Gateway, and enter the grand quadrangle to which it + leads. Let your eye wander round it, beginning with the inner sides of + Edward the Third's Tower and George the Fourth's Gateway, and proceeding + to the beautiful private entrance to the sovereign's apartments, the grand + range of windows of the eastern corridor, the proud towers of the gateway + to the household, the tall pointed windows of Saint George's Hall, the + state entrance tower, with its noble windows, until it finally rests upon + the Stuart buildings and King John's Tower, at the angle of the pile. + </p> + <p> + Internally the alterations made by the architects have been of + corresponding splendour and importance. Around the south and east sides of + the court at which you are gazing, a spacious corridor has been + constructed, five hundred and fifty feet in length, and connected with the + different suites of apartments on these sides of the quadrangle; extensive + alterations have been made in the domestic offices; the state apartments + have been repaired and rearranged; Saint George's Hall has been enlarged + by the addition of the private chapel (the only questionable change), and + restored to the Gothic style; and the Waterloo Chamber built to contain + George the Fourth's munificent gift to the nation of the splendid + collection of portraits now occupying it. + </p> + <p> + “The first and most remarkable characteristic of operations of Sir Jeffry + Wyatville on the exterior,” observes Mr. Poynter, “is the judgment with + which he has preserved the castle of Edward the Third. Some additions have + been made to it, and with striking effect—as the Brunswick Tower, + and the western tower of George the Fourth's Gate-way which so nobly + terminates the approach from the great park. The more modern buildings on + the north side have also been assimilated to the rest; but the architect + has yielded to no temptation to substitute his own design for that of + William of Wykeham, and no small difficulties have been combated and + overcome for the sake of preserving the outline of the edifice, and + maintaining the towers in their original position.” + </p> + <p> + The Winchester Tower, originally inhabited by William of Wykeham, was + bestowed upon Sir Jeffry Wyatville as a residence by George the Fourth; + and, on the resignation of the distinguished architect, was continued to + him for life by the present queen. + </p> + <p> + The works within the castle were continued during the reign of William the + Fourth, and at its close the actual cost of the buildings had reached the + sum of 771,000, pounds and it has been asserted that the general + expenditure up to the present time has exceeded a million and a half of + money. + </p> + <p> + The view from the summit of the Round Tower is beyond description + magnificent, and commands twelve counties—namely, Middlesex, Essex, + Hertford, Berks, Bucks, Oxford, Wilts, Hants, Surrey, Sussex, Kent, and + Bedford; while on a clear day the dome of Saint Paul's may be + distinguished from it. This tower was raised thirty-three feet by Sir + Jeffry Wyatville, crowned with a machicolated battlement, and surmounted + with a flag-tower. + </p> + <p> + The circumference of the castle is 4180 feet; the length from east to + west, 1480 feet; and the area, exclusive of the terraces, about twelve + acres. + </p> + <p> + For the present the works are suspended. But it is to be hoped that the + design of Sir Jeffry Wyatville will be fully carried out in the lower + ward, by the removal of such houses on the north as would lay Saint + George's Chapel open to view from this side; by the demolition of the old + incongruous buildings lying westward of the bastion near the Hundred + Steps, by the opening out of the pointed roof of the library; the repair + and reconstruction in their original style of the Curfew, the Garter, and + the Salisbury Towers; and the erection of a lower terrace extending + outside the castle, from the bastion above mentioned to the point of + termination of the improvements, and accessible from the town; the + construction of which terrace would necessitate the removal of the + disfiguring and encroaching houses on the east side of Thames Street. This + accomplished, Crane's ugly buildings removed, and the three western towers + laid open to the court, the Horse-shoe Cloisters consistently repaired, + Windsor Castle would indeed be complete. And fervently do we hope that + this desirable event may be identified with the reign of VICTORIA. + </p> + <p> + THUS ENDS THE THIRD BOOK OF THE CHRONICLE OF WINDSOR CASTLE <a + name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK IV. CARDINAL WOLSEY + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Interview between Henry and Catherine of Arragon in + the Urswick Chapel—And how it was interrupted. +</pre> + <p> + IT was now the joyous month of June; and where is June so joyous as within + the courts and halls of peerless Windsor? Where does the summer sun shine + so brightly as upon its stately gardens and broad terraces, its matchless + parks, its silver belting river and its circumference of proud and regal + towers? Nowhere in the world. At all seasons Windsor is magnificent: + whether, in winter, she looks upon her garnitures of woods stripped of + their foliage—her river covered with ice—or the wide expanse + of country around her sheeted with snow—or, in autumn, gazes on the + same scene—a world of golden-tinted leaves, brown meadows, or + glowing cornfields. But summer is her season of beauty—June is the + month when her woods are fullest and greenest; when her groves are + shadiest; her avenues most delicious; when her river sparkles like a + diamond zone; when town and village, mansion and cot, church and tower, + hill and vale, the distant capital itself—all within view—are + seen to the highest advantage. At such a season it is impossible to behold + from afar the heights of Windsor, crowned, like the Phrygian goddess, by a + castled diadem, and backed by lordly woods, and withhold a burst of + enthusiasm and delight. And it is equally impossible, at such a season, to + stand on the grand northern terrace, and gaze first at the proud pile + enshrining the sovereign mistress of the land, and then gaze on the + unequalled prospect spread out before it, embracing in its wide range + every kind of beauty that the country can boast, and not be struck with + the thought that the perfect and majestic castle—“In state as + wholesome as in state 'tis fit Worthy the owner, and the owner it,”—together + with the wide, and smiling, and populous district around it, form an apt + representation of the British sovereign and her dominions. There stands + the castle, dating back as far as the Conquest, and boasting since its + foundation a succession of royal inmates, while at its foot lies a region + of unequalled fertility and beauty-full of happy homes, and loving, loyal + hearts—a miniature of the old country and its inhabitants. What + though the smiling landscape may he darkened by a passing cloud!—what + though a momentary gloom may gather round the august brow of the proud + pile!—the cloud will speedily vanish, the gloom disperse, and the + bright and sunny scene look yet brighter and sunnier from the contrast. + </p> + <p> + It was the chance of the writer of these lines upon one occasion to behold + his sovereign under circumstances which he esteems singularly fortunate. + She was taking rapid exercise with the prince upon the south side of the + garden-terrace. All at once the royal pair paused at the summit of the + ascent leading from George the Fourth's gateway. The prince disappeared + along the eastern terrace, leaving the queen alone. And there she stood, + her slight, faultless figure sharply defined against the clear sky. + Nothing was wanting to complete the picture: the great bay-windows of the + Victoria Tower on the one hand—the balustrade of the terrace on the + other—the home park beyond. It was thrilling to feel that that + small, solitary figure comprehended all the might and majesty of England—and + a thousand kindling aspirations were awakened by the thought. + </p> + <p> + But it was, as has been said, the merry month of June, and Windsor Castle + looked down in all its magnificence upon the pomp of woods, and upon the + twelve fair and smiling counties lying within its ken. A joyous stir was + within its courts—the gleam of arms and the fluttering of banners + was seen upon its battlements and towers, and the ringing of bells, the + beating of drums, and the fanfares of trumpets, mingled with the shouting + of crowds and the discharge of ordnance. + </p> + <p> + Amidst this tumult a grave procession issued from the deanery, and took + its way across the lower quadrangle, which was thronged with officers and + men-at-arms, in the direction of the lower gate. Just as it arrived there + a distant gun was heard, and an answering peal was instantly fired from + the culverins of the Curfew Tower, while a broad standard, emblazoned with + the arms of France and England within the garter, and having for + supporters the English lion crowned and the red dragon sinister, was + reared upon the keep. All these preparations betokened the approach of the + king, who was returning to the castle after six weeks' absence. + </p> + <p> + Though information of the king's visit to the castle had only preceded him + by a few hours, everything was ready for his reception, and the greatest + exertions were used to give splendour to it. + </p> + <p> + In spite of his stubborn and tyrannical nature, Henry was a popular + monarch, and never showed himself before his subjects but he gained their + applauses; his love of pomp, his handsome person, and manly deportment, + always winning him homage from the multitude. But at no period was he in a + more critical position than the present. The meditated divorce from + Catherine of Arragon was a step which found no sympathy from the better + portion of his subjects, while the ill-assorted union of Anne Boleyn, an + avowed Lutheran, which it was known would follow it, was equally + objectionable. The seeds of discontent had been widely sown in the + capital; and tumults had occurred which, though promptly checked, had + nevertheless alarmed the king, coupled as they were with the + disapprobation of his ministers, the sneering remonstrances of France, the + menaces of the Papal See, and the open hostilities of Spain. But the + characteristic obstinacy of his nature kept him firm to his point, and he + resolved to carry it, be the consequences what they might. + </p> + <p> + All his efforts to win over Campeggio proved fruitless. The legate was + deaf to his menaces or promises, well knowing that to aid Anne Boleyn + would be to seriously affect the interests of the Church of Rome. + </p> + <p> + The affair, however, so long and so artfully delayed, was now drawing to a + close. A court was appointed by the legates to be holden on the 18th of + June, at Blackfriars, to try the question. Gardiner had been recalled from + Rome to act as counsel for Henry; and the monarch, determining to appear + by proxy at the trial, left his palace at Bridewell the day before it was + to come on, and set out with Anne Boleyn and his chief attendants for + Windsor Castle. + </p> + <p> + Whatever secret feelings might be entertained against him, Henry was + received by the inhabitants of Windsor with every demonstration of loyalty + and affection. Deafening shouts rent the air as he approached; blessings + and good wishes were showered upon him; and hundreds of caps were flung + into the air. But noticing that Anne Boleyn was received with evil looks + and in stern silence, and construing this into an affront to himself, + Henry not only made slight and haughty acknowledgment of the welcome given + him, but looked out for some pretext to manifest his displeasure. Luckily + none was afforded him, and he entered the castle in a sullen mood. + </p> + <p> + The day was spent in gentle exercise within the home park and on the + terrace, and the king affected the utmost gaiety and indifference; but + those acquainted with him could readily perceive he was ill at ease. In + the evening he remained for some time alone in his closet penning + despatches, and then summoning an attendant, ordered him to bring Captain + Bouchier into his presence. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Bouchier,” he said, as the officer made his appearance, “have you + obeyed my instructions in regard to Mabel Lyndwood?” + </p> + <p> + “I have, my liege,” replied Bouchier. “In obedience to your majesty's + commands, immediately after your arrival at the castle I rode to the + forester's hut, and ascertained that the damsel was still there.” + </p> + <p> + “And looking as beautiful as ever, I'll be sworn!” said the king. + </p> + <p> + “It was the first time I had seen her, my liege,” replied Bouchier; “but I + do not think she could have ever looked more beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “I am well assured of it,” replied Henry. “The pressure of affairs during + my absence from the castle had banished her image from my mind; but now it + returns as forcibly as before. And you have so arranged it that she will + be brought hither to-morrow night?” + </p> + <p> + Bouchier replied in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “It is well,” pursued Henry; “but what more?—for you look as if you + had something further to declare.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty will not have forgotten how you exterminated the band of + Herne the Hunter?” said Bouchier. + </p> + <p> + “Mother of Heaven, no!” cried the king, starting up; “I have not forgotten + it. What of them?—Ha! have they come to life again?—do they + scour the parks once more? That were indeed a marvel!” + </p> + <p> + “What I have to relate is almost as great a marvel,” returned Bouchier. “I + have not heard of the resurrection of the band though for aught I know it + may have occurred. But Herne has been seen again in the forest. Several of + the keepers have been scared by him—travellers have been affrighted + and plundered—and no one will now cross the great park after + nightfall.” + </p> + <p> + “Amazement!” cried Henry, again seating himself; “once let the divorce be + settled, and I will effectually check the career of this lawless and + mysterious being.” + </p> + <p> + “Pray heaven your majesty may be able to do so!” replied Bouchier. “But I + have always been of opinion that the only way to get rid of the demon + would be by the aid of the Church. He is unassailable by mortal weapons.” + </p> + <p> + “It would almost seem so,” said the king. “And yet I do not like to yield + to the notion.” + </p> + <p> + “I shrewdly suspect that old Tristram Lyndwood, the grandsire of the + damsel upon whom your majesty has deigned to cast your regards, is in some + way or other leagued with Herne,” said Bouchier. “At all events, I saw him + with a tall hideous-looking personage, whose name I understand to be + Valentine Hagthorne, and who, I feel persuaded, must be one of the + remnants of the demon hunter's band.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you not arrest him?” inquired Henry. + </p> + <p> + “I did not like to do so without your majesty's authority,” replied + Bouchier. “Besides, I could scarcely arrest Hagthorne without at the same + time securing the old forester, which might have alarmed the damsel. But I + am ready to execute your injunctions now.” + </p> + <p> + “Let a party of men go in search of Hagthorne to-night,” replied Henry; + “and while Mabel is brought to the castle to-morrow, do you arrest old + Tristram, and keep him in custody till I have leisure to examine him.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be done as you desire, my liege,” replied Bouchier, bowing and + departing. + </p> + <p> + Shortly after this Henry, accompanied by Anne Boleyn, proceeded with his + attendants to Saint George's Chapel, and heard vespers performed. Just as + he was about to return, an usher advanced towards him, and making a + profound reverence, said that a masked dame, whose habiliments proclaimed + her of the highest rank, craved a moment's audience of him. + </p> + <p> + “Where is she?” demanded Henry. + </p> + <p> + “In the north aisle, an't please your majesty,” replied the usher, “near + the Urswick Chapel. I told her that this was not the place for an audience + of your majesty, nor the time; but she would not be said nay, and + therefore, at the risk of incurring your sovereign displeasure, I have + ventured to proffer her request.” + </p> + <p> + The usher omitted to state that his chief inducement to incur the risk was + a valuable ring, given him by the lady. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I will go to her,” said the king. “I pray you, excuse me for a + short space, fair mistress,” he added to Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + And quitting the choir, he entered the northern aisle, and casting his + eyes down the line of noble columns by which it is flanked, and seeing no + one, he concluded that the lady must have retired into the Urswick Chapel. + And so it proved; for on reaching this exquisite little shrine he + perceived a tall masked dame within it, clad in robes of the richest black + velvet. As he entered the chapel, the lady advanced towards him, and + throwing herself on her knees, removed her mask—disclosing features + stamped with sorrow and suffering, but still retaining an expression of + the greatest dignity. They were those of Catherine of Arragon. + </p> + <p> + Uttering an angry exclamation, Henry turned on his heel and would have + left her, but she clung to the skirts of his robe. + </p> + <p> + “Hear me a moment, Henry—my king—my husband—one single + moment—hear me!” cried Catherine, in tones of such passionate + anguish that he could not resist the appeal. + </p> + <p> + “Be brief, then, Kate,” he rejoined, taking her hand to raise her. + </p> + <p> + “Blessings on you for the word!” cried the queen, covering his hand with + kisses. “I am indeed your own true Kate—your faithful, loving, + lawful wife!” + </p> + <p> + “Rise, madam!” cried Henry coldly; “this posture beseems not Catherine of + Arragon.” + </p> + <p> + “I obey you now as I have ever done,” she replied, rising; “though if I + followed the prompting of my heart, I should not quit my knees till I had + gained my suit.” + </p> + <p> + “You have, done wrong in coming here, Catherine, at this juncture,” said + Henry, “and may compel me to some harsh measure which I would willingly + have avoided.” + </p> + <p> + “No one knows I am here,” replied the queen, “except two faithful + attendants, who are vowed to secrecy; and I shall depart as I came.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you have taken these precautions,” replied Henry. “Now speak + freely, but again I must bid you be brief.” + </p> + <p> + “I will be as brief as I can,” replied the queen; “but I pray you bear + with me, Henry, if I unhappily weary you. I am full of misery and + affliction, and never was daughter and wife of king wretched as I am. Pity + me, Henry—pity me! But that I restrain myself, I should pour forth + my soul in tears before you. Oh, Henry, after twenty years' duty and to be + brought to this unspeakable shame—to be cast from you with dishonour—to + be supplanted by another—it is terrible!” + </p> + <p> + “If you have only come here to utter reproaches, madam, I must put an end + to the interview,” said Henry, frowning. + </p> + <p> + “I do not reproach you, Henry,” replied Catherine meekly, “I only wish to + show you the depth and extent of my affection. I only implore you to do me + right and justice—not to bring shame upon me to cover your own + wrongful action. Have compassion upon the princess our daughter—spare + her, if you will not spare me!” + </p> + <p> + “You sue in vain, Catherine,” replied Henry. “I lament your condition, but + my eyes are fully opened to the sinful state in which I have so long + lived, and I am resolved to abandon it.” + </p> + <p> + “An unworthy prevarication,” replied Catherine, “by which you seek to work + my ruin, and accomplish your union with Anne Boleyn. And you will no doubt + succeed; for what can I, a feeble woman, and a stranger in your country, + do to prevent it? You will succeed, I say—you will divorce me and + place her upon the throne. But mark my words, Henry, she will not long + remain there.” + </p> + <p> + The king smiled bitterly + </p> + <p> + “She will bring dishonour upon you,” pursued Catherine. “The woman who has + no regard for ties so sacred as those which bind us will not respect other + obligations.” + </p> + <p> + “No more of this!” cried Henry. “You suffer your resentment to carry you + too far.” + </p> + <p> + “Too far!” exclaimed Catherine. “Too far!—Is to warn you that you + are about to take a wanton to your bed—and that you will bitterly + repent your folly when too late, going too far? It is my duty, Henry, no + less than my desire, thus to warn you ere the irrevocable step be taken.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you said all you wish to say, madam?” demanded the king. + </p> + <p> + “No, my dear liege, not a hundredth part of what my heart prompts me to + utter,” replied Catherine. “I conjure you by my strong and tried affection—by + the tenderness that has for years subsisted between us—by your hopes + of temporal prosperity and spiritual welfare—by all you hold dear + and sacred—to pause while there is yet time. Let the legates meet + to-morrow—let them pronounce sentence against me and as surely as + those fatal words are uttered, my heart will break.” + </p> + <p> + “Tut, tut!” exclaimed Henry impatiently, “you will live many years in + happy retirement.” + </p> + <p> + “I will die as I have lived—a queen,” replied Catherine; “but my + life will not be long. Now, answer me truly—if Anne Boleyn plays you + false—” + </p> + <p> + “She never will play me false!” interrupted Henry. + </p> + <p> + “I say if she does,” pursued Catherine, “and you are satisfied of her + guilt, will you be content with divorcing her as you divorce me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, by my father's head!” cried Henry fiercely. “If such a thing were to + happen, which I hold impossible, she should expiate her offence on the + scaffold.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me your hand on that,” said Catherine. + </p> + <p> + “I give you my hand upon it,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “Enough,” said the queen: “if I cannot have right and justice I shall at + least have vengeance, though it will come when I am in my tomb. But it + will come, and that is sufficient.” + </p> + <p> + “This is the frenzy of jealousy, Catherine,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “No, Henry; it is not jealousy,” replied the queen, with dignity. “The + daughter of Ferdinand of Spain and Isabella of Castile, with the best + blood of Europe in her veins, would despise herself if she could entertain + so paltry a feeling towards one born so much beneath her as Anne Boleyn.” + </p> + <p> + “As you will, madam,” rejoined Henry. “It is time our interview + terminated.” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet, Henry—for the love of Heaven, not yet!” implored + Catherine. “Oh, bethink you by whom we were joined together!—by your + father, Henry the Seventh—one of the wisest princes that ever sat on + a throne; and by the sanction of my own father, Ferdinand the Fifth, one + of the justest. Would they have sanctioned the match if it had been + unlawful? Were they destitute of good counsellors? Were they indifferent + to the future?” + </p> + <p> + “You had better reserve these arguments for the legates' ears tomorrow, + madam,” said Henry sternly. + </p> + <p> + “I shall urge them there with all the force I can,” replied Catherine, + “for I will leave nought untried to hinder an event so fraught with + misery. But I feel the struggle will be hopeless.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why make it?” rejoined Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Because it is due to you—to myself—to the princess our + daughter—to our illustrious progenitors—and to our people, to + make it,” replied Catherine. “I should be unworthy to be your consort if I + acted otherwise—and I will never, in thought, word, or deed, do + aught derogatory to that title. You may divorce me, but I will never + assent to it; you may wed Anne Boleyn, but she will never be your lawful + spouse; and you may cast me from your palace, but I will never go + willingly.” + </p> + <p> + “I know you to be contumacious, madam,” replied Henry. “And now, I pray + you, resume your mask, and withdraw. What I have said will convince you + that your stay is useless.” + </p> + <p> + “I perceive it,” replied Catherine. “Farewell, Henry—farewell, loved + husband of my heart—farewell for ever!” + </p> + <p> + “Your mask—your mask, madam!” cried Henry impatiently. “God's death! + footsteps are approaching. Lot no one enter here!” he cried aloud. + </p> + <p> + “I will come in,” said Anne Boleyn, stepping into the chapel just as + Catherine had replaced her mask. “Ah! your majesty looks confused. I fear + I have interrupted some amorous conference.” + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, Anne,” said Henry, taking her arm, and trying to draw her + away—“come with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Not till I learn who your lady—love is,” replied Anne pettishly. + “You affect to be jealous of me, my liege, but I have much more reason to + be jealous of you. When you were last at Windsor, I heard you paid a + secret visit to a fair maiden near the lake in the park, and now you are + holding an interview with a masked dame here. Nay, I care not for your + gestures of silence. I will speak.” + </p> + <p> + “You are distraught, sweetheart,” cried the king. “Come away.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Anne. “Lot this dame be dismissed.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not go at your bidding, minion!” cried Catherine fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” cried Anne, starting, “whom have we here?” + </p> + <p> + “One you had better have avoided,” whispered Henry. + </p> + <p> + “The queen!” exclaimed Anne, with a look of dismay. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, the queen!” echoed Catherine, unmasking. “Henry, if you have any + respect left for me, I pray you order this woman from my presence. Lot me + depart in peace.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady Anne, I pray you retire,” said Henry. But Anne stood her ground + resolutely. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, let her stay, then,” said the queen; “and I promise you she shall + repent her rashness. And do you stay too, Henry, and regard well her whom + you are about to make your spouse. Question your sister Mary, somewhile + consort to Louis the Twelfth and now Duchess of Suffolk—question her + as to the character and conduct of Anne Boleyn when she was her attendant + at the court of France—ask whether she had never to reprove her for + levity—question the Lord Percy as to her love for him—question + Sir Thomas Wyat, and a host of others.” + </p> + <p> + “All these charges are false and calumnious!” cried Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + “Let the king inquire and judge for himself,” rejoined Catherine; “and if + he weds you, let him look well to you, or you will make him a scoff to all + honourable men. And now, as you have come between him and me—as you + have divided husband and wife—for the intent, whether successful or + not, I denounce you before Heaven, and invoke its wrath upon your head. + Night and day I will pray that you may be brought to shame; and when I + shall be called hence, as I maybe soon, I will appear before the throne of + the Most High, and summon you to judgment.” + </p> + <p> + “Take me from her, Henry!” cried Anne faintly; “her violence affrights + me.” + </p> + <p> + “No, you shall stay,” said Catherine, grasping her arm and detaining her; + “you shall hear your doom. You imagine your career will be a brilliant + one, and that you will be able to wield the sceptre you wrongfully wrest + from me; but it will moulder into dust in your hand—the crown + unjustly placed upon your brow will fall to the ground, and it will bring + the head with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Take me away, Henry, I implore you!” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “You shall hear me out,” pursued Catherine, exerting all her strength, and + maintaining her grasp, “or I will follow you down yon aisles, and pour + forth my malediction against you in the hearing of all your attendants. + You have braved me, and shall feel my power. Look at her, Henry—see + how she shrinks before the gaze of an injured woman. Look me in the face, + minion—you cannot!—you dare not!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Henry!” sobbed Anne. + </p> + <p> + “You have brought it upon yourself,” said the king. + </p> + <p> + “She has,” replied Catherine; “and, unless she pauses and repents, she + will bring yet more upon her head. You suffer now, minion, but how will + you feel when, in your turn, you are despised, neglected, and supplanted + by a rival—when the false glitter of your charms having passed away, + Henry will see only your faults, and will open his eyes to all I now tell + him?” + </p> + <p> + A sob was all the answer Anne could return. + </p> + <p> + “You will feel as I feel towards you,” pursued the queen—“hatred + towards her; but you will not have the consolations I enjoy. You will have + merited your fate, and you will then think upon me and my woes, and will + bitterly, but unavailingly, repent your conduct. And now, Henry,” she + exclaimed, turning solemnly to him, “you have pledged your royal word to + me, and given me your hand upon it, that if you find this woman false to + you she shall expiate her offence on the block. I call upon you to ratify + the pledge in her presence.” + </p> + <p> + “I do so, Catherine,” replied the king. “The mere suspicion of her guilt + shall be enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Henry!” exclaimed Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I have said it,” replied the king. + </p> + <p> + “Tremble, then, Anne Boleyn!” cried Catherine, “tremble! and when you are + adjudged to die the death of an adulteress, bethink you of the prediction + of the queen you have injured. I may not live to witness your fate, but we + shall meet before the throne of an eternal Judge.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Henry, this is too much!” gasped Anne, and she sank fainting into his + arms. + </p> + <p> + “Begone!” cried the king furiously. “You have killed her!” + </p> + <p> + “It were well for us both if I had done so,” replied Catherine. “But she + will recover to work my misery and her own. To your hands I commit her + punishment. May God bless you, Henry!” + </p> + <p> + With this she replaced her mask, and quitted the chapel. + </p> + <p> + Henry, meanwhile, anxious to avoid the comments of his attendants, exerted + himself to restore Anne Boleyn to sensibility, and his efforts were + speedily successful. + </p> + <p> + “Is it then reality?” gasped Anne, as she gazed around. “I hoped it was a + hideous dream. Oh, Henry, this has been frightful! But you will not kill + me, as she predicted? Swear to me you will not!” + </p> + <p> + “Why should you be alarmed?” rejoined the king. “If you are faithful, you + have nothing to fear.” + </p> + <p> + “But you said suspicion, Henry—you said suspicion!” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “You must put the greater guard upon your conduct,” rejoined the king + moodily. “I begin to think there is some truth in Catherine's + insinuations.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, I swear to you there is not,” said Anne—“I have trifled with + the gallants of Francis's court, and have listened, perhaps too + complacently, to the love-vows of Percy and Wyat, but when your majesty + deigned to cast eyes upon me, all others vanished as the stars of night + before the rising of the god of day. Henry, I love you deeply, devotedly—but + Catherine's terrible imprecations make me feel more keenly than I have + ever done before the extent of the wrong I am about to inflict upon her—and + I fear that retributive punishment will follow it.” + </p> + <p> + “You will do her no wrong,” replied Henry. “I am satisfied of the justice + of the divorce, and of its necessity; and if my purposed union with you + were out of the question, I should demand it. Be the fault on my head.” + </p> + <p> + “Your words restore me in some measure, my liege,” said Anne. “I love you + too well not to risk body and soul for you. I am yours for ever—ah!” + she exclaimed, with a fearful look. + </p> + <p> + “What ails you, sweetheart?” exclaimed the king. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I saw a face at the window,” she replied—“a black and + hideous face like that of a fiend.” + </p> + <p> + “It was mere fancy,” replied the king. “Your mind is disturbed by what has + occurred. You had better join your attendants, and retire to your own + apartments.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Henry!” cried Anne—“do not judge me unheard—do not + believe what any false tongue may utter against me. I love only you and + can love only you. I would not wrong you, even in thought, for worlds.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you, sweetheart,” replied the king tenderly. + </p> + <p> + So saying, he led her down the aisle to her attendants. They then + proceeded together to the royal lodgings, where Anne retired to her own + apartments, and Henry withdrew to his private chamber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Herne the Hunter appeared to Henry on the Terrace. +</pre> + <p> + Henry again sat down to his despatches, and employed himself upon them to + a late hour. At length, feeling heated and oppressed, he arose, and opened + a window. As he did so, he was almost blinded by a vivid flash of forked + lightning. Ever ready to court danger, and convinced, from the intense + gloom without, that a fearful storm was coming on, Henry resolved to go + forth to witness it. With this view he quitted the closet, and passed + through a small door opening on the northern terrace. The castle clock + tolled the hour of midnight as he issued forth, and the darkness was so + profound that he could scarcely see a foot before him. But he went on. + </p> + <p> + “Who goes there?” cried a voice, as he advanced, and a partisan was placed + at his breast. + </p> + <p> + “The king!” replied Henry, in tones that would have left no doubt of the + truth of the assertion, even if a gleam of lightning had not at the moment + revealed his figure and countenance to the sentinel. + </p> + <p> + “I did not look for your majesty at such a time,” replied the man, + lowering his pike. “Has your majesty no apprehension of the storm? I have + watched it gathering in the valley, and it will be a dreadful one. If I + might make bold to counsel you, I would advise you to seek instant shelter + in the castle.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no fear, good fellow,” laughed the king. “Get thee in yon porch, + and leave the terrace to me. I will warn thee when I leave it.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke a tremendous peal of thunder broke overhead, and seemed to + shake the strong pile to its foundations. Again the lightning rent the + black canopy of heaven in various places, and shot down in forked flashes + of the most dazzling brightness. A rack of clouds, heavily charged with + electric fluid, hung right over the castle, and poured down all their + fires upon it. + </p> + <p> + Henry paced slowly to and fro, utterly indifferent to the peril he ran—now + watching the lightning as it shivered some oak in the home park, or + lighted up the wide expanse of country around him—now listening to + the roar of heaven's artillery; and he had just quitted the western + extremity of the terrace, when the most terrific crash he had yet heard + burst over him. The next instant a dozen forked flashes shot from the sky, + while fiery coruscations blazed athwart it; and at the same moment a bolt + struck the Wykeham Tower, beside which he had been recently standing. + Startled by the appalling sound, he turned and beheld upon the + battlemented parapet on his left a tall ghostly figure, whose antlered + helm told him it was Herne the Hunter. Dilated against the flaming sky, + the proportions of the demon seemed gigantic. His right hand was stretched + forth towards the king, and in his left he held a rusty chain. Henry + grasped the handle of his sword, and partly drew it, keeping his gaze + fixed upon the figure. + </p> + <p> + “You thought you had got rid of me, Harry of England,” cried Herne, “but + were you to lay the weight of this vast fabric upon me, I would break from + under it—ho! ho!” + </p> + <p> + “What wouldst thou, infernal spirit?” cried Henry. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to keep company with you, Harry,” replied the demon; “this is a + night when only you and I should be abroad. We know how to enjoy it. We + like the music of the loud thunder, and the dance of the blithe + lightning.” + </p> + <p> + “Avaunt, fiend!” cried Henry. “I will hold no converse with thee. Back to + thy native hell!” + </p> + <p> + “You have no power over me, Harry,” rejoined the demon, his words mingling + with the rolling of the thunder, “for your thoughts are evil, and you are + about to do an accursed deed. You cannot dismiss me. Before the commission + of every great crime—and many great crimes you will commit—I + will always appear to you. And my last appearance shall he three days + before your end—ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “Darest thou say this to me!” cried Henry furiously. + </p> + <p> + “I laugh at thy menaces,” rejoined Herne, amid another peal of thunder—“but + I have not yet done. Harry of England! your career shall be stained in + blood. Your wrath shall descend upon the heads of those who love you, and + your love shall be fatal. Better Anne Boleyn fled this castle, and sought + shelter in the lowliest hovel in the land, than become your spouse. For + you will slay her—and not her alone. Another shall fall by your + hand; and so, if you had your own will, would all!” + </p> + <p> + “What meanest thou by all?” demanded the king. + </p> + <p> + “You will learn in due season,” laughed the fiend. “But now mark me, Harry + of England, thou fierce and bloody kin—thou shalt be drunken with + the blood of thy wives; and thy end shall be a fearful one. Thou shalt + linger out a living death—a mass of breathing corruption shalt thou + become—and when dead the very hounds with which thou huntedst me + shall lick thy blood!” + </p> + <p> + These awful words, involving a fearful prophecy, which was afterwards, as + will be shown, strangely fulfilled, were so mixed up with the rolling of + the thunder that Henry could scarcely distinguish one sound from the + other. At the close of the latter speech a flash of lightning of such + dazzling brilliancy shot down past him, that he remained for some moments + almost blinded; and when he recovered his powers of vision the demon had + vanished. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Mabel Lyndwood was taken to the Castle by Nicholas + Clamp—And how they encountered Morgan Fenwolf by the way. +</pre> + <p> + THE storm which had fallen so heavily on the castle had likewise visited + the lake, and alarmed the inmates of the little dwelling on its banks. + Both the forester and his grand-daughter were roused from their beds, and + they sat together in the chief apartment of the cottage, listening to the + awful rolling of the thunder, and watching the blue flashing of the + lightning. The storm was of unusually long duration, and continued for + more than an hour with unintermitted violence. It then paused; the thunder + rolled off, and the flashes of lightning grew fainter and less frequent. + During the storm Mabel continued on her knees, addressing the most earnest + prayers to the Virgin for her preservation and that of her grandfather; + but the old forester, though evidently much alarmed, uttered not a single + supplication, but remained sitting in his chair with a sullen, scared + look. As the thunder died away, he recovered his composure, and addressed + himself to soothe the fears of his granddaughter. In this he had partially + succeeded, and was urging her again to seek her couch, when the storm + recommenced with fresh fury. Mabel once more fell on her knees, and the + old man resumed his sullen posture. Another dreadful half-hour, marked by + a succession of terrible peals and vivid flashes, succeeded, when, amidst + an awful pause, Mabel ventured to address her old relative. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you not pray, grandfather?” she said, regarding him uneasily. + “Sister Anastasia and good Father Anselm always taught me to utter an Ave + and cross myself during a thunderstorm. Why do you not pray, grandfather?” + </p> + <p> + “Do not trouble me. I have no fear.” + </p> + <p> + “But your cheeks and lips are blanched,” rejoined Mabel; “and I observed + you shudder during that last awful crash. Pray, grandfather, pray!” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, wench, and mind your own business!” returned the old man angrily. + “The storm will soon be over—it cannot last long in this way.” + </p> + <p> + “The saints preserve us!” cried Mabel, as a tremendous concussion was + heard overhead, followed by a strong sulphureous smell. “The cottage is + struck!” + </p> + <p> + “It is—it is!” cried Tristram, springing to his feet and rushing + forth. + </p> + <p> + For a few minutes Mabel continued in a state of stupefaction. She then + staggered to the door, and beheld her grandfather occupied with two dark + figures, whom she recognised as Valentine Hagthorne and Morgan Fenwolf, in + extinguishing the flames, which were bursting from the thatched roof of + the hut. Surprise and terror held her silent, and the others were so + busily engaged that they did not notice her. + </p> + <p> + At last, by their united efforts, the fire was got under without material + damage to the little building, and Mabel retired, expecting her grandsire + to return; but as he did not do so, and as almost instantly afterwards the + plash of oars was heard en the lake, she flew to the window, and beheld + him, by the gleam of the lightning, seated in the skiff with Morgan + Fenwolf, while Valentine Hagthorne had mounted a black horse, and was + galloping swiftly away. Mabel saw no more. Overcome by fright, she sank on + the ground insensible. When she recovered the storm had entirely ceased. A + heavy shower had fallen, but the sky was now perfectly clear, and day had + begun to dawn. Mabel went to the door of the hut, and looked forth for her + grandfather, but he was nowhere to be seen. She remained gazing at the now + peaceful lake till the sun had fairly risen, when, feeling more composed, + she retired to rest, and sleep, which had been banished from them during + the greater part of the night, now fell upon her lovely eyelids. + </p> + <p> + When she awoke, the day was far advanced, but still old Tristram had not + returned; and with a heavy heart she set about her household concerns. The + thought, however, of her anticipated visit to the castle speedily + dispelled her anxiety, and she began to make preparations for setting out, + attiring herself with unusual care. Bouchier had not experienced much + difficulty in persuading her to obey the king's behest, and by his artful + representations he had likewise induced her grandfather to give his + consent to the visit—the old forester only stipulating that she + should be escorted there and back by a falconer, named Nicholas Clamp, in + whom he could put trust; to which proposition Bouchier readily assented. + </p> + <p> + At length five o'clock, the appointed hour, arrived, and with it came + Nicholas Clamp. He was a tall, middle-aged man, with yellow hair, clipped + closely over his brows, and a beard and moustaches to match. His attire + resembled that of a keeper of the forest, and consisted of a doublet and + hose of green cloth; but he did not carry a bugle or hunting-knife. His + sole weapon was a stout quarter-staff. After some little hesitation Mabel + consented to accompany the falconer, and they set forth together. + </p> + <p> + The evening was delightful, and their way through the woods was marked by + numberless points of beauty. Mabel said little, for her thoughts were + running upon her grandfather, and upon his prolonged and mysterious + absence; but the falconer talked of the damage done by the thunderstorm, + which he declared was the most awful he had ever witnessed; and he pointed + out to her several trees struck by the lightning. Proceeding in this way, + they gained a road leading from Blacknest, when, from behind a large oak, + the trunk of which had concealed him from view, Morgan Fenwolf started + forth, and planted himself in their path. The gear of the proscribed + keeper was wild and ragged, his locks matted and disordered, his demeanour + savage, and his whole appearance forbidding and alarming. + </p> + <p> + “I have been waiting for you for some time, Mabel Lyndwood,” he said. “You + must go with me to your grandfather.” + </p> + <p> + “My grandfather would never send you for me,” replied Mabel; “but if he + did, I will not trust myself with you.” + </p> + <p> + “The saints preserve us!” cried Nicholas Clamp. “Can I believe my eyes!—do + I behold Morgan Fenwolf!” + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, Mabel,” cried Fenwolf, disregarding him. + </p> + <p> + But she returned a peremptory refusal. + </p> + <p> + “She shall not stir an inch!” cried the falconer. “It is thou, Morgan + Fenwolf, who must go with me. Thou art a proscribed felon, and thy life is + forfeit to the king. Yield thee, dog, as my prisoner!” + </p> + <p> + “Thy prisoner!” echoed Fenwolf scornfully. “It would take three such as + thou art to make me captive! Mabel Lyndwood, in your grandfather's name, I + command you to come with me, and let Nick Clamp look to himself if he + dares to hinder you.” + </p> + <p> + “Nick will do something more than hinder her,” rejoined the falconer, + brandishing his staff, and rushing upon the other. “Felon hound! I command + thee to yield!” + </p> + <p> + Before the falconer could reach him, Morgan Fenwolf plucked a long + hunting-knife from his girdle, and made a desperate stab at his assailant. + But Clamp avoided the blow, and striking Fenwolf on the shins, immediately + afterwards closed with him. + </p> + <p> + The result was still doubtful, when the struggle was suddenly interrupted + by the trampling of horse approaching from the side of Windsor; and at the + sound Morgan Fenwolf disengaged himself from his antagonist and plunged + into the adjoining wood. The next moment Captain Bouchier rode up, + followed by a small band of halberdiers, and receiving information from + the falconer of what had occurred, darted with his men into the wood in + search of the fugitive. Nicholas Clamp and his companion did not await the + issue of the search, but proceeded on their way. + </p> + <p> + As they walked at a brisk pace, they reached the long avenue in about + half-an-hour, and took their way down it. When within a mile of the castle + they were overtaken by Bouchier and his followers, and the falconer was + much disappointed to learn that they had failed in tracking Morgan Fenwolf + to his lair. After addressing a few complimentary words to the maiden, + Bouchier rode on. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this the pair quitted the great park, and passing through a row + of straggling houses, divided by gardens and closes, which skirted the + foot of Castle Hill, presently reached the lower gate. They were admitted + without difficulty; but just as they entered the lower ward the falconer + was hailed by Shoreditch and Paddington, who at the moment issued from the + doorway of the guard-room. + </p> + <p> + Clamp obeyed the call and went towards them, and it was evident, from the + gestures of the archers, that they were making inquiries about Mabel, + whose appearance seemed to interest them greatly. After a brief + conversation with the falconer they approached her, and, respectfully + addressing her, begged leave to attend her to the royal lodgings, whither + they understood she was going. No objection being made to the proposal by + Mabel, the party directed their course towards the middle ward. + </p> + <p> + Passing through the gateway of the Norman Tower, they stopped before a low + portal in a picturesque Gothic wing of the castle, with projecting walls + and bay-windows, which had been erected in the preceding reign of Henry + the Seventh, and was consequently still in all its freshness and beauty. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Mabel was received by the Party in the Kitchen—And of + the Quarrel between the two Jesters. +</pre> + <p> + Addressing himself to a stout-built yeoman of the guard, who was standing + within the doorway, Nicholas Clamp demanded admittance to the kitchen, and + the man having detained them for a few moments, during which he regarded + Mabel with a very offensive stare, ushered them into a small hall, and + from thence into a narrow passage connected with it. Lighted by narrow + loopholes pierced through the walls, which were of immense thickness, this + passage described the outer side of the whole upper quadrangle, and + communicated with many other lateral passages and winding stairs leading + to the chambers allotted to the household or to the state apartments. + Tracking it for some time, Nicholas Clamp at length turned off on the + right, and, crossing a sort of ante-room, led the way into a large chamber + with stone walls and a coved and groined roof, lighted by a great window + at the lower end. This was the royal kitchen, and in it yawned no fewer + than seven huge arched fireplaces, in which fires were burning, and before + which various goodly joints were being roasted, while a number of cooks + and scullions were congregated round them. At a large table in the centre + of the kitchen were seated some half-dozen yeomen of the guard, together + with the clerk of the kitchen, the chief bargeman, and the royal cutler, + or bladesmith, as he was termed. + </p> + <p> + These worthies were doing ample justice to a chine of beef, a wild-boar + pie, a couple of fat capons, a peacock pasty, a mess of pickled lobsters, + and other excellent and inviting dishes with which the board was loaded. + Neither did they neglect to wash down the viands with copious draughts of + ale and mead from great pots and flagons placed beside them. Behind this + party stood Giovanni Joungevello, an Italian minstrel, much in favour with + Anne Boleyn, and Domingo Lamellino, or Lamelyn—as he was familiarly + termed—a Lombard, who pretended to some knowledge of chirurgery, + astrology, and alchemy, and who was a constant attendant on Henry. At the + head of the bench, on the right of the table, sat Will Sommers. The jester + was not partaking of the repast, but was chatting with Simon Quanden, the + chief cook, a good-humoured personage, round-bellied as a tun, and blessed + with a spouse, yclept Deborah, as fond of good cheer, as fat, and as + good-humoured as himself. Behind the cook stood the cellarman, known by + the appellation of Jack of the Bottles, and at his feet were two playful + little turnspits, with long backs, and short forelegs, as crooked almost + as sickles. + </p> + <p> + On seeing Mabel, Will Sommers immediately arose, and advancing towards her + with a mincing step, bowed with an air of mock ceremony, and said in an + affected tone, “Welcome, fair mistress, to the king's kitchen. We are all + right glad to see you; are we not, mates?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, that we are!” replied a chorus of voices. + </p> + <p> + “By my troth, the wench is wondrously beautiful!” said Kit Coo, one of the + yeomen of the guard. + </p> + <p> + “No wonder the king is smitten with her,” said Launcelot Rutter, the + bladesmith; “her eyes shine like a dagger's point.” + </p> + <p> + “And she carries herself like a wafter on the river,” said the bargeman. + </p> + <p> + “Her complexion is as good as if I had given her some of my sovereign + balsam of beauty,” said Domingo Lamelyn. + </p> + <p> + “Much better,” observed Joungevello, the minstrel; “I shall write a + canzonet in her praise, and sing it before the king.” + </p> + <p> + “And get flouted for thy pains by the Lady Anne,” said Kit Coo. + </p> + <p> + “The damsel is not so comely as I expected to find her,” observed Amice + Lovekyn, one of the serving-women, to Hector Cutbeard, the clerk of the + kitchen. + </p> + <p> + “Why, if you come to that, she is not to be compared to you, pretty + Amice,” said Cutbeard, who was a red-nosed, red-faced fellow, with a + twinkling merry eye. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I meant not that,” replied Amice, retreating. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse my getting up to receive you, fair mistress,” cried Simon Quanden, + who seemed fixed to his chair; “I have been bustling about all day, and am + sore fatigued—sore fatigued. But will you not take something? A + sugared cate, and a glass of hypocras jelly, or a slice of capon? Go to + the damsel, dame, and prevail on her to eat.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I,” replied Deborah. “What shall it be, sweetheart? We have a + well-stored larder here. You have only to ask and have.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, but I am in want of nothing,” replied Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that is against all rule, sweetheart,” said Deborah; “no one enters + the king's kitchen without tasting his royal cheer.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry I must prove an exception, then,” returned Mabel, smiling; + “for I have no appetite.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, I will not force you to eat against your will,” replied the + good dame “But a cup of wine will do you good after your walk.” + </p> + <p> + “I will wait upon her,” said the Duke of Shoreditch.' who vied with + Paddington and Nick Clamp in attention to the damsel. + </p> + <p> + “Let me pray you to cast your eyes upon these two dogs, fair Mabel,” said + Will Sommers, pointing to the two turn-spits, “they are special favourites + of the king's highness. They are much attached to the cook, their master; + but their chief love is towards each other, and nothing can keep them + apart.” + </p> + <p> + “Will Sommers speaks the truth,” rejoined Simon Quanden. “Hob and Nob, for + so they are named, are fast friends. When Hob gets into the box to turn + the spit, Nob will watch beside it till his brother is tired, and then he + will take his place. They always eat out of the same platter, and drink + out of the same cup. I once separated them for a few hours to see what + would happen, but they howled so piteously, that I was forced to bring + them together again. It would have done your heart good to witness their + meeting, and to see how they leaped and rolled with delight. Here, Hob,” + he added, taking a cake from his apron pocket, “divide this with thy + brother.” + </p> + <p> + Placing his paws upon his master's knees, the nearest turnspit took the + cake in his mouth, and proceeding towards Nob, broke it into two pieces, + and pushed the larger portion towards him. + </p> + <p> + While Mabel was admiring this display of sagacity and affection a bustling + step was heard behind her, and turning, she beheld a strange figure in a + parti-coloured gown and hose, with a fool's cap and bells on his head, + whom she immediately recognised as the cardinal's jester, Patch. The + new-comer recognised her too, stared in astonishment, and gave a leering + look at Will Sommers. + </p> + <p> + “What brings you here, gossip Patch?” cried Will Sommers. “I thought you + were in attendance upon your master, at the court at Blackfriars.” + </p> + <p> + “So I have been,” replied Patch, “and I am only just arrived with his + grace.” + </p> + <p> + “What! is the decision pronounced?” cried Will Sommers eagerly. “Is the + queen divorced? Is the king single again? Let us hear the sentence.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, the sentence!—the sentence!” resounded on all hands. + </p> + <p> + Stimulated by curiosity, the whole of the party rose from the table; Simon + Quanden got out of his chair; the other cooks left their joints to scorch + at the fire; the scullions suspended their work; and Hob and Nob fixed + their large inquiring black eyes upon the jester. + </p> + <p> + “I never talk thirsting,” said Patch, marching to the table, and filling + himself a flagon of mead. “Here's to you, fair maiden,” he added, kissing + the cup to Mabel, and swallowing its contents at a draught. “And now be + seated, my masters, and you shall hear all I have to relate, and it will + be told in a few words. The court is adjourned for three days, Queen + Catherine having demanded that time to prepare her allegations, and the + delay has been granted her.” + </p> + <p> + “Pest on it!—the delay is some trick of your crafty and + double-dealing master,” cried Will Sommers. “Were I the king, I know how I + would deal with him.” + </p> + <p> + “What wouldst thou do, thou scurril knave?” cried Patch angrily. + </p> + <p> + “I would strip him of his ill-gotten wealth, and leave him only thee—a + fitting attendant—of all his thousand servitors,” replied Will. + </p> + <p> + “This shall to his grace's ears,” screamed Patch, amid the laughter of the + company—“and see whether your back does not smart for it.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear him not,” replied Will Sommers. “I have not yet told the king my + master of the rare wine we found in his cellar.” + </p> + <p> + “What wine was that, Will?” cried Jack of the Bottles. + </p> + <p> + “You shall hear,” replied Will Sommers, enjoying the disconcerted look of + the other jester. “I was at the palace at Hampton, when this scant-witted + knave invited me to taste some of his master's wine, and accordingly to + the cellar we went. 'This wine will surprise you,' quoth he, as we + broached the first hogshead. And truly it did surprise me, for no wine + followed the gimlet. So we went on to another, and another, and another, + till we tried half a score of them, and all with the same result. Upon + this I seized a hammer which was lying by and sounded the casks, but none + of them seeming empty, I at last broke the lid of one—and what do + you think it contained?” + </p> + <p> + A variety of responses were returned by the laughing assemblage, during + which Patch sought to impose silence upon his opponent. But Will Sommers + was not to be checked. + </p> + <p> + “It contained neither vinegar, nor oil, nor lead,” he said, “but gold; ay, + solid bars of gold-ingots. Every hogshead was worth ten thousand pounds, + and more.” + </p> + <p> + “Credit him not, my masters,” cried Patch, amid the roars of the company; + “the whole is a mere fable—an invention. His grace has no such + treasure. The truth is, Will Sommers got drunk upon some choice Malmsey, + and then dreamed he had been broaching casks of gold.” + </p> + <p> + “It is no fable, as you and your master will find when the king comes to + sift the matter,” replied Will. “This will be a richer result to him than + was ever produced by your alchemical experiments, good Signor Domingo + Lamelyn.” + </p> + <p> + “It is false!—I say false!” screamed Patch, “let the cellars be + searched, and I will stake my head nothing is found.” + </p> + <p> + “Stake thy cap, and there may be some meaning in it,” said Will, plucking + Patch's cap from his head and elevating it on his truncheon. “Here is an + emblem of the Cardinal of York,” he cried, pointing to it. + </p> + <p> + A roar of laughter from the company followed this sally, and Hob and Nob + looked up in placid wonderment. + </p> + <p> + “I shall die with laughing,” cried Simon Quanden, holding his fat sides, + and addressing his spouse, who was leaning upon his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime Patch sprang to his feet, and, gesticulating with rage and + fury, cried, “Thou hast done well to steal my cap and bells, for they + belong of right to thee. Add my folly to thy own, and thou wilt be a + fitting servant to thy master; or e'en give him the cap, and then there + will be a pair of ye.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is the fool now, I should like to know?” rejoined Will Sommers + gravely. “I call you all to witness that he has spoken treason.” + </p> + <p> + While this was passing Shoreditch had advanced with a flagon of Malmsey to + Mabel, but she was so interested in the quarrel between the two jesters + that she heeded him not; neither did she attend to Nicholas Clamp, who was + trying to explain to her what was going forward. But just as Patch's + indiscreet speech was uttered an usher entered the kitchen and announced + the approach of the king. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Combat between Will Sommers and Patch—And how it + terminated. +</pre> + <p> + Mabel's heart fluttered violently at the usher's announcement, and for a + moment the colour deserted her cheek, while the next instant she was + covered with blushes. As to poor Patch, feeling that his indiscretion + might place him in great jeopardy and seriously affect his master, to whom + he was devotedly attached, he cast a piteous and imploring look at his + antagonist, but was answered only by a derisive laugh, coupled with an + expressive gesture to intimate that a halter would be his fate. Fearful + that mischief might ensue, the good-natured Simon Quanden got out of his + chair and earnestly besought Will not to carry matters too far; but the + jester remained implacable. + </p> + <p> + It was not unusual with Henry to visit the different offices of the castle + and converse freely and familiarly with the members of his household, but + it was by no means safe to trust to the continuance of his good humour, or + in the slightest degree to presume upon it. It is well known that his + taste for variety of character often led him, like the renowned Caliph + Haroun Al Raschid, to mix with the lower classes of his subjects in + disguise, at which times many extraordinary adventures are said to have + befallen him. His present visit to the kitchen, therefore, would have + occasioned no surprise to its occupants if it had not occurred so soon + after the cardinal's arrival. But it was this circumstance, in fact, that + sent him thither. The intelligence brought by Wolsey of the adjournment of + the court for three days, under the plea of giving the queen time for her + allegations, was so unlooked for by Henry that he quitted the cardinal in + high displeasure, and was about to repair to Anne Boleyn, when he + encountered Bouchier, who told him that Mabel Lyndwood had been brought to + the castle, and her grandsire arrested. The information changed Henry's + intentions at once, and he proceeded with Bouchier and some other + attendants to the kitchen, where he was given to understand he should find + the damsel. + </p> + <p> + Many a furtive glance was thrown at the king, for no one dared openly to + regard him as he approached the forester's fair granddaughter. But he + tarried only a moment beside her, chucked her under the chin, and, + whispering a word or two in her ear that heightened her blushes, passed on + to the spot where the two jesters were standing. + </p> + <p> + “What dost thou here, knave?” he said to Will Sommers. + </p> + <p> + “I might rather ask that question of your majesty,” replied Will; “and I + would do so but that I require not to be told.” + </p> + <p> + “I have come to see what passeth in my household,” replied the king, + throwing himself into the chair lately occupied by the chief cook. “Ah, + Hob and Nob, my merry rascals,” he cried, patting the turnspits, who ran + towards him and thrust their noses against his hand, “ye are as gamesome + and loving as ever, I see. Give me a manchet for them, Master Cook, and + let not the proceedings in the kitchen be stayed for my presence. I would + not have my supper delayed, or the roasts spoiled, for any false ceremony. + And now, Will, what hast thou to say that thou lookest so hard at me?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a heavy charge to bring against this knave, an' please your + majesty,” replied Will Sommers, pointing to Patch. + </p> + <p> + “What! hath he retorted upon thee too sharply?” replied the king, + laughing. “If so, challenge him to the combat, and settle the grievance + with thy lathen dagger. But refer not the matter to me. I am no judge in + fools' quarrels.” + </p> + <p> + “Your own excepted,” muttered Will. “This is not a quarrel that can be so + adjusted,” he added aloud. “I charge this rascal Patch with speaking + disrespectfully of your highness in the hearing of the whole kitchen. And + I also charge his master the cardinal with having secreted in his cellars + at Hampton a vast amount of treasure, obtained by extortion, privy + dealings with foreign powers, and other iniquitous practices, and which + ought of right to find its way to your royal exchequer.” + </p> + <p> + “'And which shall find its way thither, if thou dost not avouch a fable,” + replied the king. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty shall judge,” rejoined Will. And he repeated the story which + he had just before related. + </p> + <p> + “Can this be true?” exclaimed Henry at its close. + </p> + <p> + “It is false, your highness, every word of it,” cried Patch, throwing + himself at the king's feet, “except so far as relates to our visits to the + cellar, where, I shame to speak it, we drank so much that our senses clean + forsook us. As to my indiscreet speech touching your majesty, neither + disrespect nor disloyalty were intended by it. I was goaded to the + rejoinder by the sharp sting of this hornet.” + </p> + <p> + “The matter of the treasure shall be inquired into without delay,” said + Henry. “As to the quarrel, it shall be settled thus. Get both of you upon + that table. A flour-bag shall be given to each; and he who is first + knocked off shall be held vanquished.” + </p> + <p> + The king's judgment was received with as much applause as dared be + exhibited by the hearers; and in an instant the board was cleared, and a + couple of flour-bags partly filled delivered to the combatants by Simon + Quanden, who bestirred himself with unwonted activity on the occasion. + </p> + <p> + Leaping upon the table, amid the smothered mirth of the assemblage, the + two jesters placed themselves opposite each other, and grinned such + comical defiance that the king roared with laughter. After a variety of + odd movements and feints on either side, Patch tried to bring down his + adversary by a tremendous two-handed blow; but in dealing it, the weight + of the hag dragged him forward, and well-nigh pitched him head foremost + upon the floor. As it was, he fell on his face upon the table, and in this + position received several heavy blows upon the prominent part of his back + from Will Sommers. Ere long, however, he managed to regain his legs, and, + smarting with pain, attacked his opponent furiously in his turn. For a + short space fortune seemed to favour him. His bag had slightly burst, and + the flour, showering from it with every blow, well-nigh blinded his + adversary, whom he drove to the very edge of the table. At this critical + juncture Will managed to bring down his bag full upon his opponent's + sconce, and the force of the blow bursting it, Patch was covered from + crown to foot with flour, and blinded in his turn. The appearance of the + combatants was now so exquisitely ridiculous, that the king leaned back in + his chair to indulge his laughter, and the mirth of the spectators could + no longer be kept within decorous limits. The very turnspits barked in + laughing concert. + </p> + <p> + “Well fought on both sides!” cried Henry; “it were hard to say which will + prove the victor. Now, knaves, to it again—ha! ha!—to it + again!” + </p> + <p> + Once more the bags were wielded, descended, and the blows were so well + directed on either side, that both combatants fell backwards. Again the + king's laughter rose loud and long. Again the merriment of the other + beholders was redoubled. Again Hob and Nob barked joyously, and tried to + spring on to the table to take part in the conflict. Amid the general + glee, the combatants rose and renewed the fight, dealing blows thick and + fast—for the bags were now considerably lightened of their contents—until + they were completely hidden from view by a cloud of white dust. + </p> + <p> + “We cannot see the fray,” remarked Henry; “but we can hear the din of + battle. Which will prove the victor, I marvel?” + </p> + <p> + “I am for Will Sommers,” cried Bouchier. + </p> + <p> + “And I for Patch,” said Simon Quanden. “Latterly he hath seemed to me to + have the advantage.” + </p> + <p> + “It is decided!” cried the king, rising, as one of the combatants was + knocked off the table, and fell to the floor with a great noise. “Who is + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Patch,” replied a faint voice. And through the cloud of dust struggled + forth the forlorn figure of the cardinal's jester, while Will Sommers + leaped triumphantly to the ground. + </p> + <p> + “Get thee to a wash-tub, knave, and cleanse thyself,” said Henry, + laughing. “In consideration of the punishment thou hast undergone, I + pardon thee thy treasonable speech.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he rose, and walked towards Mabel, who had been quite as much + alarmed as amused by the scene which had just taken place. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you have been as well cared for, damsel,” he said, “since your + arrival at the castle, as you cared for the Duke of Suffolk and myself + when we visited your cottage? + </p> + <p> + “I have had everything I require, my liege,” replied Mabel timidly. + </p> + <p> + “Dame Quanden will take charge of you till to-morrow,” rejoined the king, + “when you will enter upon the service of one of our dames.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty is very considerate,” said Mabel, “but I would rather go + back at early dawn to my grandsire.” + </p> + <p> + “That is needless,” rejoined the king sternly. “Your grandsire is in the + castle.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to hear it!” exclaimed Mabel. And then, altering her tone, for + she did not like the expression of the king's countenance, she added, “I + hope he has not incurred your majesty's displeasure.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust he will be able to clear himself, Mabel,” said Henry, “but he + labours under the grave suspicion of leaguing with lawless men.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel shuddered, for the thought of what she had witnessed on the previous + night during the storm rushed forcibly to her recollection. The king + noticed her uneasiness, and added, in a gentler tone, “If he makes such + confession as will bring the others to justice, he has nothing to fear. + Dame Quanden, I commit this maiden to your charge. To-morrow she will take + her place as attendant to the Lady Elizabeth Fitzgerald.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he moved off with Bouchier and the rest of his attendants, + leaving Mabel to the care of the cook's good humoured spouse, who seeing + her eyes filled with tears, strove to cheer her, and led her towards a + small side-table, where she pressed wine and cates upon her. + </p> + <p> + “Be of good cheer, sweetheart,” she said, in a soothing tone; “no harm + will befall your grandfather. You are much too high in favour with the + king for that.” + </p> + <p> + “I liked the king much better as I saw him at our cottage, good dame,” + replied Mabel, smiling through her tears, “in the guise of a Guildford + merchant. He seemed scarcely to notice me just now.” + </p> + <p> + “That was because so many eyes were upon you, sweet-heart,” replied + Deborah; “but sooth to say, I should be better pleased if he did not + notice you at all.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel blushed, and hung her head. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you are to be an attendant on the Lady Fitzgerald,” pursued + Deborah, “for she is the fairest young lady at court, and as good and + gentle as she is fair, and I am sure you will find her a kind mistress. I + will tell you something about her. She is beloved by the king's son, the + Duke of Richmond, but she requites not his passion, for her heart is fixed + on the youthful Earl of Surrey. Alack-a-day! the noble rivals quarrelled + and crossed swords about her; but as luck would have it, they were + separated before any mischief was done. The king was very wroth with Lord + Surrey, and ordered him to be imprisoned for two months in the Round + Tower, in this castle, where he is now, though his term has very nearly + expired.” + </p> + <p> + “How I pity him, to be thus harshly treated!” remarked Mabel, her eyes + swimming with tears, “and the Lady Elizabeth too! I shall delight to serve + her.” + </p> + <p> + “I am told the earl passes the whole of his time in poring over books and + writing love-verses and sonnets,” said Deborah. “It seems strange that one + so young should be a poet; but I suppose he caught the art from his friend + Sir Thomas Wyat.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he a friend of Sir Thomas Wyat?” asked Mabel quickly. + </p> + <p> + “His close friend,” replied Deborah; “except the Duke of Richmond, now his + rival, he had none closer. Have you ever seen Sir Thomas, sweetheart?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, for a few moments,” replied Mabel confusedly. + </p> + <p> + “I heard that he lingered for a short time in the forest before his + departure for Paris,” said Dame Quanden. “There was a strange rumour that + he had joined the band of Herne the Hunter. But that must have been + untrue.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he returned from France?” inquired Mabel, without heeding the remark. + </p> + <p> + “I fancy not,” replied the good dame. “At all events, he is not come to + the castle. Know you not,” she added, in a low confidential tone, “that + the king is jealous of him? He was a former suitor to the Lady Anne + Boleyn, and desperately in love with her; and it is supposed that his + mission to France was only a pretext to get him out of the way.” + </p> + <p> + “I suspected as much,” replied Mabel. “Alas! for Sir Thomas; and alas! for + the Earl of Surrey.” + </p> + <p> + “And alas! for Mabel Lyndwood, if she allows her heart to be fixed upon + the king,” said Deborah. + </p> + <p> + While this was passing the business of the kitchen, which had been + interrupted by the various incidents above related, and especially by the + conflict between the two jesters, was hurried forward, and for some time + all was bustle and confusion. + </p> + <p> + But as soon as the supper was served, and all his duties were fully + discharged, Simon Quanden, who had been bustling about, sat down in his + easy-chair, and recruited himself with a toast and a sack posset. Hob and + Nob had their supper at the same time, and the party at the table, which + had been increased by the two archers and Nicholas Clamp, attacked with + renewed vigour a fresh supply of mead and ale, which had been provided for + them by Jack of the Bottles. + </p> + <p> + The conversation then turned upon Herne the Hunter; and as all had heard + more or less about him, and some had seen him, while few knew the legend + connected with him, Hector Cutbeard volunteered to relate it; upon which + all the party gathered closer together, and Mabel and Deborah left off + talking, and drew near to listen. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The Legend of Herne the Hunter. +</pre> + <p> + “Nearly a century and a half ago,” commenced Cutbeard, about the middle of + the reign of Richard the Second, there was among the keepers of the forest + a young man named Herne. He was expert beyond his fellows in all matters + of woodcraft, and consequently in great favour with the king, who was + himself devoted to the chase. Whenever he stayed at the castle, King + Richard, like our own royal Harry, would pass his time in hunting, + hawking, or shooting with the long-bow; and on all these occasions the + young keeper was his constant attendant. If a hart was to be chased, Herne + and his two black hounds of Saint Hubert's breed would hunt him down with + marvellous speed; if a wild boar was to be reared, a badger digged out, a + fox unkennelled, a marten bayed, or an otter vented, Herne was chosen for + the task. No one could fly a falcon so well as Herne—no one could + break up a deer so quickly or so skilfully as him. But in proportion as he + grew in favour with the king, the young keeper was hated by his comrades, + and they concerted together how to ruin him. All their efforts, however, + were ineffectual, and rather tended to his advantage than injury. + </p> + <p> + “One day it chanced that the king hunted in the forest with his favourite, + the Earl of Oxford, when a great deer of head was unharboured, and a + tremendous chase ensued, the hart leading his pursuers within a few miles + of Hungerford, whither the borders of the forest then extended. All the + followers of the king, even the Earl of Oxford, had by this time dropped + off, and the royal huntsman was only attended by Herne, who kept close + behind him. At last the hart, driven to desperation, stood at bay, and + gored the king's horse as he came up in such a manner that it reared and + threw its rider. Another instant, and the horns of the infuriated animal + would have been plunged into the body of the king, if Herne had not flung + himself between the prostrate monarch and his assailant, and received the + stroke intended for him. Though desperately wounded, the young hunter + contrived slightly to raise himself, and plunged his knife into the hart's + throat, while the king regained his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Gazing with the utmost concern at his unfortunate deliverer, King Richard + demanded what he could do for him. + </p> + <p> + “'Nothing, sire—nothing,' replied Herne, with a groan. I shall + require nothing but a grave from you, for I have received a wound that + will speedily bring me to it.' + </p> + <p> + “'Not so, I trust, good fellow,' replied the king, in a tone meant to be + encouraging, though his looks showed that his heart misgave him; 'my best + leech shall attend you.' + </p> + <p> + “'No skill will avail me now,' replied Herne sadly. 'A hurt from hart's + horn bringeth to the bier.' + </p> + <p> + “'I hope the proverb will not be justified in thy case,' rejoined the + king; 'and I promise thee, if thou dost recover, thou shalt have the post + of head keeper of the forest, with twenty nobles a year for wages. If, + unhappily, thy forebodings are realised, I will give the same sum to be + laid out in masses for thy soul.' + </p> + <p> + “'I humbly thank your highness,' replied the young man, 'and I accept the + latter offer, seeing it is the only one likely to profit me.' + </p> + <p> + “With this he put his horn to his lips, and winding the dead mot feebly, + fell back senseless. Much moved, the king rode off for succour; and + blowing a lusty call on his bugle, was presently joined by the Earl of + Oxford and some of his followers, among whom were the keepers. The latter + were secretly rejoiced on hearing what had befallen Herne, but they + feigned the greatest affliction, and hastened with the king to the spot + where the body was lying stretched out beside that of the hart. + </p> + <p> + “'It is almost a pity his soul cannot pass away thus,' said King Richard, + gazing compassionately at him, 'for he will only revive to anguish and + speedy death.'” + </p> + <p> + “'Your highness is right,' replied the chief keeper, a grim old man named + Osmond Crooke, kneeling beside him, and half drawing his hunting-knife; + 'it were better to put him out of his misery.' + </p> + <p> + “'What! slay the man who has just saved my own life!' cried the king. 'I + will consent to no such infamous deed. I would give a large reward to any + one who could cure him.' + </p> + <p> + “As the words were uttered, a tall dark man, in a strange garb, and + mounted on a black wild-looking steed, whom no one had hitherto observed, + sprang to the ground and advanced towards the king. + </p> + <p> + “'I take your offer, sire,' said this personage, in a harsh voice. I will + cure him.' + </p> + <p> + “'Who art thou, fellow?' demanded King Richard doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “'I am a forester,' replied the tall man, 'but I understand somewhat of + chirurgery and leechcraft.' + </p> + <p> + “'And woodcraft, too, I'll be sworn, fellow,' said the king 'Thou hast, or + I am mistaken, made free with some of my venison.' + </p> + <p> + “'He looks marvellously like Arnold Sheafe, who was outlawed for + deer-stealing,' said Osmond Crooke, regarding him steadfastly. + </p> + <p> + “'I am no outlaw, neither am I called Arnold Sheafe,' replied the other. + 'My name is Philip Urswick, and I can render a good account of myself when + it shall please the king's highness to interrogate me. I dwell on the + heath near Bagshot, which you passed today in the chase, and where I + joined you.' + </p> + <p> + “'I noted you not,' said Osmond. + </p> + <p> + “'Nor I—nor I!' cried the other keepers. + </p> + <p> + “'That may be; but I saw you,' rejoined Urswick contemptuously; 'and I + tell you there is not one among you to be compared with the brave hunter + who lies there. You have all pronounced his case hopeless. I repeat I can + cure him if the king will make it worth my while.' + </p> + <p> + “'Make good thy words, fellow,' replied the king; 'and thou shalt not only + be amply rewarded, but shalt have a free pardon for any offence thou + mayest have committed.' + </p> + <p> + “'Enough,' replied Urswick. And taking a large, keen-edged hunting-knife + from his girdle, he cut off the head of the hart close to the point where + the neck joins the skull, and then laid it open from the extremity of the + under-lip to the nuke. 'This must be bound on the head of the wounded + man,' he said. + </p> + <p> + “The keepers stared in astonishment. But the king commanded that the + strange order should be obeyed. Upon which the bleeding skull was fastened + upon the head of the keeper with leathern thongs. + </p> + <p> + “'I will now answer for his perfect cure in a month's time,' said Urswick + to the king; 'but I shall require to watch over him myself till all danger + is at an end. I pray your highness to command these keepers to transport + him to my hut.' + </p> + <p> + “'You hear what he says, knaves?' cried the king; 'do his bidding, and + carefully, or ye shall answer to me with your lives.' + </p> + <p> + “Accordingly a litter was formed with branches of trees, and on this the + body of Herne, with the hart's head still bound to it, was conveyed by the + keepers to Urswick's hut, a small dwelling, situated in the wildest part + of Bagshot Heath. After placing the body upon a bed of dried fern, the + keepers were about to depart, when Osmond Crooke observed to the forester, + 'I am now certain thou art Arnold Sheafe.' + </p> + <p> + “'It matters not who I am, since I have the king's pardon,' replied the + other, laughing disdainfully. + </p> + <p> + “'Thou hast yet to earn it,' said Osmond. + </p> + <p> + “'Leave that to me,' replied Urswick. 'There is more fear that thou wilt + lose thy post as chief keeper, which the king has promised to Herne, than + that I shall fail.' + </p> + <p> + “'Would the deer had killed him outright!' growled Osmond. + </p> + <p> + “And the savage wish was echoed by the other keepers. “'I see you all hate + him bitterly,' said Urswick. 'What will you give me for revenge?' + </p> + <p> + “'We have little to give, save a fat buck on occasions,' replied Osmond; + 'and, in all likelihood, thou canst help thyself to venison.' + </p> + <p> + “'Will you swear to grant the first request I may make of you—provided + it shall be in your power?' demanded Urswick. + </p> + <p> + “'Readily' they replied. + </p> + <p> + “'Enough' said Urswick. 'I must keep faith with the king. Herne will + recover, but he will lose all his skill as an archer, all his craft as a + hunter.' + </p> + <p> + “'If thou canst accomplish this thou art the fiend himself' cried Osmond, + trembling. + </p> + <p> + “'Fiend or not,' replied Urswick, with a triumphant laugh, 'ye have made a + compact with me, and must fulfil it. Now begone. I must attend to the + wounded man.' + </p> + <p> + “And the keepers, full of secret misgiving, departed. + </p> + <p> + “At the precise time promised, Herne, attended by Urswick, presented + himself to the king. He looked thin and pale, but all danger was past. + King Richard gave the forester a purse full of nobles, and added a silver + bugle to the gift. He then appointed Herne his chief keeper, hung a chain + of gold round his neck, and ordered him to be lodged in the castle. + </p> + <p> + “About a week after this, Herne, having entirely regained his strength, + accompanied the king on a hunting expedition to the forest, and they had + scarcely entered it when his horse started and threw him. Up to that + moment such an accident had never happened to him, for he was an excellent + horseman, and he arose greatly discomfited, while the keepers eyed each + other askance. Soon after this a buck was started, and though Herne was + bravely mounted on a black steed bestowed on him on account of its + swiftness by the king, he was the last in the chase. + </p> + <p> + “'Thou art out of practice,' said the king, laughing, as he came up. + </p> + <p> + “'I know not what ails me,' replied Herne gloomily. + </p> + <p> + “'It cannot be thy steed's fault,' said the king, 'for he is usually as + fleet as the wind. But I will give thee an opportunity of gaining credit + in another way. Thou seest yon buck. He cannot be seventy yards off, and I + have seen thee hit the mark at twice the distance. Bring him down.' + </p> + <p> + “Herne raised his crossbow, and let fly the bolt; but it missed its mark, + and the buck, startled by the noise, dashed down the brake wholly + uninjured. + </p> + <p> + “King Richard's brow grew dark, and Herne uttered an exclamation of rage + and despair. + </p> + <p> + “'Thou shalt have a third and yet easier trial,' said the king. Old Osmond + Crooke shall lend thee his bow, and thy quarry shall be yon magot-pie.' + </p> + <p> + “As he spoke, the arrow sped. But it quivered in the trunk of the tree, + some yards from the bird. The unfortunate shooter looked distracted; but + King Richard made no remark, until, towards the close of the day, he said + to him, 'Thou must regain thy craft, friend Herne, or I cannot continue + thee as my chief keeper.' + </p> + <p> + “The keepers congratulated each other in secret, for they felt that their + malice was about to be gratified. + </p> + <p> + “The next day Herne went forth, as he thought, alone, but he was watched + by his enemies. Not a shaft would go true, and he found that he had + completely lost his mastery over hound and horse. The day after that he + again rode forth to hunt with the king, and his failures made him the + laughing-stock of the party. Richard at length dismissed him with these + words, 'Take repose for a week, and then thou shalt have a further trial. + If thou dost not then succeed, I must perforce discharge thee from thy + post.' + </p> + <p> + “Instead of returning to the castle, Herne rode off wildly into the + forest, where he remained till eventide. He then returned with ghastly + looks and a strange appearance, having the links of a rusty chain which he + had plucked from a gibbet hanging from his left arm, and the hart's + antlered skull, which he had procured from Urswick, fixed like a helm upon + his head. His whole demeanour showed that he was crazed; and his + condition, which might have moved the compassion of his foes, only + provoked their laughter. After committing the wildest extravagances, he + burst from all restraint, and disappeared among the trees of the home + park. + </p> + <p> + “An hour after this a pedlar, who was crossing the park from Datchet, + found him suspended by a rope from a branch of the oak-tree which you have + all seen, and which bears his name. Despair had driven him to the dreadful + deed. Instead of cutting him down, the pedlar ran to the castle to relate + what he had witnessed; and the keepers, satisfied that their revenge was + now fully accomplished, hastened with him to the tree. But the body was + gone; and all that proclaimed it had been there, was the rope hanging from + the branch. Search was everywhere made for the missing body, but without + effect. When the matter was related to the king he was much troubled, and + would fain have had masses said for the repose of the soul of the + unfortunate keeper, but the priests refused to perform them, alleging that + he had 'committed self-destruction, and was therefore out of the pale of + the Church. + </p> + <p> + “On that night, a terrible thunderstorm occurred—as terrible, it may + be, as that of last night—and during its continuance, the oak on + which Herne had hanged himself was blasted by the lightning. + </p> + <p> + “Old Osmond was immediately reinstated in his post of chief keeper; but he + had little time for rejoicing, for he found that the same spell that had + bound Herne had fallen upon him. His bolts and arrows went wide of their + mark, his hounds lost their scent, and his falcon would not be lured back. + Half frantic, and afraid of exposing himself to the taunts of his + companions, he feigned illness, and left his comrade, Roger Barfoot, to + take his place. But the same ill-luck befell Barfoot, and he returned in + woeful plight, without a single head of game. Four others were equally + unfortunate, and it was now clear that the whole party were bewitched. + </p> + <p> + “Luckily, the king had quitted the castle, but they felt certain they + should be dismissed on his return, if not more severely punished. At last, + after taking counsel together, they resolved to consult Urswick, who they + doubted not could remove the spell. Accordingly, they went to Bagshot + Heath, and related their story to him. When they had done, he said, 'The + curse of Herne's blood is upon you, and can only be removed in one way. As + you return to the castle, go to the tree on which he destroyed himself, + and you may learn how to act.' + </p> + <p> + “The keepers would have questioned him further, but he refused to answer, + and dismissed them. + </p> + <p> + “The shades of evening had fallen as they quitted Bagshot; and it was + midnight as they entered the home park, and proceeded towards the fatal + oak. It was pitchy dark, and they could only distinguish the tree by its + white, scathed trunk. All at once, a blue flame, like a will-o'-the-wisp, + appeared, flitted thrice round the tree, and then remained stationary, its + light falling upon a figure in a wild garb, with a rusty chain hanging + from its left arm, and an antlered helm upon its head. They knew it to be + Herne, and instantly fell down before him, while a burst of terrible + laughter sounded in their ears. + </p> + <p> + “Without heeding them further, the spirit darted round the tree, rattling + its chain, and uttering appalling imprecations. It then stopped, and + turning to the terrified beholders, bade them, in a hollow voice, bring + hounds and horses as for the chase on the following night and vanished. + </p> + <p> + “Filled with dread, the keepers returned home, and the next day Old Osmond + again sought the forester, and told him what had occurred. + </p> + <p> + “'You must obey the spirit's injunctions, or worse mischief will befall + you,' said Urswick. 'Go to the tree, mounted as for a hunting-party, and + take the black steed given to Herne by the king, and the two black hounds + with you. You will see what will ensue.' And without another word he + dismissed him. + </p> + <p> + “Osmond told his comrades what the forester had said, and though they were + filled with alarm, they resolved upon compliance. At midnight, therefore, + they rode towards the tree with the black hounds in leash, and leading + Herne's favourite horse, saddled and bridled. As they drew near, they + again saw the terrible shape stalking round the tree, and heard the + fearful imprecations. + </p> + <p> + “His spells ended, Herne called to Osmond to bring him his steed; and the + old man tremblingly obeyed. In an instant the mysterious being vaulted on + its back, and in a voice of resistless authority cried, 'To the forest!—to + the forest!' With this, he dashed forward, and the whole party, hounds and + men, hurried after him. + </p> + <p> + “They rode at a furious pace for five or six miles over the great park, + the keepers wondering where their unearthly leader was taking them, and + almost fancying they were hurrying to perdition, when they descended a + hillside leading to the marsh, and halted before a huge beech-tree, where + Herne dismounted and pronounced certain mystic words, accompanying them + with strange gestures. + </p> + <p> + “Presently, he became silent and motionless. A flash of fire then burst + from the roots of the tree, and the forester Urswick stood before him. But + his aspect was more terrible and commanding than it had seemed heretofore + to the keepers. + </p> + <p> + “'Welcome, Herne,' he cried; 'welcome, lord of the forest. And you his + comrades, and soon to be his followers, welcome too. The time is come for + the fulfilment of your promise to me. I require you to form a band for + Herne the Hunter, and to serve him as leader. Swear to obey him, and the + spell that hangs over you shall be broken. If not, I leave you to the + king's justice.' + </p> + <p> + “Not daring to refuse compliance, the keepers took the oath proposed—and + a fearful one it was! As soon as it was Urswick vanished, as he came, in a + flash of fire. Herne, then commanded the others to dismount, and made them + prostrate themselves before him, and pay him homage. + </p> + <p> + “This done, he blew a strike on his horn, rode swiftly up the hillside, + and a stag being unharboured, the chase commenced. Many a fat buck was + hunted and slaughtered that night; and an hour before daybreak, Herne + commanded them to lay the four finest and fattest at the foot of the + beech-tree, and then dismissed them, bidding them meet him at midnight at + the scathed oak in the home park. + </p> + <p> + “They came as they were commanded; but fearful of detection, they adopted + strange disguises, not unlike those worn by the caitiffs who were put to + death, a few weeks ago, by the king in the great park. Night after night + they thus went forth, thinning the herds of deer, and committing other + outrages and depredations. Nor were their dark proceedings altogether + unnoticed. Belated travellers crossing the forest beheld them, and related + what they had seen; others watched for them, but they were so effectually + disguised that they escaped detection. + </p> + <p> + “At last, however, the king returned to the castle, and accounts of the + strange doings in the forest were instantly brought to him. Astonished at + what he heard, and determined to ascertain the truth of the statement, he + ordered the keepers to attend him that night in an expedition to the + forest, when he hoped to encounter the demon huntsman and his hand. Much + alarmed, Osmond Crooke, who acted as spokesman, endeavoured, by + representing the risk he would incur, to dissuade the king from the + enterprise; but he would not be deterred, and they now gave themselves up + for lost. + </p> + <p> + “As the castle clock tolled forth the hour of midnight, Richard, + accompanied by a numerous guard, and attended by the keepers, issued from + the gates, and rode towards the scathed oak. As they drew near the tree, + the figure of Herne, mounted on his black steed, was discerned beneath it. + Deep fear fell upon all the beholders, but chiefly upon the guilty + keepers, at the sight. The king, however, pressed forward, and cried, 'Why + does thou disturb the quietude of night, accursed spirit?' + </p> + <p> + “Because I desire vengeance!' replied Herne, in a hollow voice. 'I was + brought to my present woeful condition by Osmond Crooke and his comrades.' + </p> + <p> + “'But you died by your own hand,—did you not?' demanded King + Richard. + </p> + <p> + “'Yea,' replied Herne; 'but I was driven to the deed by an infernal spell + laid upon me by the malice of the wretches I have denounced. Hang them + upon this tree, and I will trouble these woods no longer whilst thou + reignest!' + </p> + <p> + “The king looked round at the keepers. They all remained obdurate, except + Roger Barfoot, who, falling on his knees, confessed his guilt, and accused + the others. + </p> + <p> + “It is enough,' cried the king to Herne; 'they shall all suffer for their + offence.' + </p> + <p> + “Upon this a flash of fire enveloped the spirit and his horse, and he + vanished. + </p> + <p> + “The king kept his word. Osmond and his comrades were all hanged upon the + scathed tree, nor was Herne seen again in the forest while Richard sat + upon the throne. But he reappeared with a new band at the commencement of + the rule of Henry the Fourth, and again hunted the deer at night. His band + was destroyed, but he defied all attempts at capture; and so it has + continued to our own time, for not one of the seven monarchs who have held + the castle since Richard's day have been able to drive him from the + forest.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor will the present monarch be able to drive him thence,” said a deep + voice. “As long as Windsor Forest endures, Herne the Hunter will haunt + it.” + </p> + <p> + All turned at the exclamation and saw that it proceeded from a tall dark + man, in an archer's garb, standing behind Simon Quanden's chair. + </p> + <p> + “Thou hast told thy legend fairly enough, good clerk of the kitchen,” + continued this personage; “but thou art wrong on many material points.” + </p> + <p> + “I have related the story as it was related to me,” said Cutbeard somewhat + nettled at the remark; “but perhaps you will set me right where I have + erred.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true that Herne was a keeper in the reign of Richard the Second,” + replied the tall archer. “It is true also that he was expert in all + matters of woodcraft, and that he was in high favour with the king; but he + was bewitched by a lovely damsel, and not by a weird forester. He carried + off a nun and dwelt with her in a cave in the forest where he assembled + his brother keepers, and treated them to the king's venison and the king's + wine. + </p> + <p> + “A sacreligious villain and a reprobate!” exclaimed Launcelot Rutter. + </p> + <p> + “His mistress was fair enough, I will warrant her,” said Kit Coo. + </p> + <p> + “She was the very image of this damsel,” rejoined the tall archer, + pointing to Mabel, “and fair enough to work his ruin, for it was through + her that the fiend tempted him. The charms that proved his undoing were + fatal to her also, for in a fit of jealousy he slew her. The remorse + occasioned by this deed made him destroy himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, your version of the legend may be the correct one, for aught I + know, worthy sir,” said Cutbeard; “but I see not that it accounts for + Herne's antlers so well as mine, unless he were wedded to the nun, who you + say played him false. But how came you to know she resembled Mabel + Lyndwood?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, I was thinking of that myself,” said Simon Quanden. “How do you know + that, master?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I have seen her picture,” replied the tall archer. + </p> + <p> + “Painted by Satan's chief limner, I suppose?” rejoined Cutbeard. + </p> + <p> + “He who painted it had seen her,” replied the tall archer sternly. “But, + as I have said, it was the very image of this damsel.” + </p> + <p> + And as he uttered the words, he quitted the kitchen. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that archer?” demanded Cutbeard, looking after him. But no one + could answer the question, nor could any one tell when he had entered the + kitchen. + </p> + <p> + “Strange!” exclaimed Simon Quanden, crossing himself. “Have you ever seen + him before, Mabel?” + </p> + <p> + “I almost think I have,” she replied, with a slight shudder. + </p> + <p> + “I half suspect he is Herne himself,” whispered the Duke of Shoreditch to + Paddington. + </p> + <p> + “It may be,” responded the other; “his glance made my blood run cold.” + </p> + <p> + “You look somewhat fatigued, sweetheart,” said Deborah, observing Mabel's + uneasiness. “Come with me and I will show you to a chamber.” + </p> + <p> + Glad to escape Mabel followed the good dame out of the kitchen, and they + ascended a winding staircase which brought them to a commodious chamber in + the upper part of Henry the Seventh's buildings, where Deborah sat down + with her young charge and volunteered a great deal of good advice to her, + which the other listened to with becoming attention, and promised to + profit by it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0037" id="link2H_4_0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Mysterious Noise heard in the Curfew Tower. +</pre> + <p> + On quitting the kitchen, Henry, having been informed by Bouchier that + Tristram Lyndwood was lodged in the prison-chamber in the lower gateway, + proceeded thither to question him. He found the old man seated on a bench, + with his hands tied behind him; but though evidently much alarmed at his + situation, he could not be brought either by threats or proffers to make + any confession. + </p> + <p> + Out of patience, at length, the king ordered him to be conveyed to the + dungeon beneath the Curfew Tower, and personally superintended his + removal. + </p> + <p> + “I will find a means of shaking his obstinacy,” said Henry, as he quitted + the vault with Bouchier. “If I cannot move him by other means, I may + through his granddaughter I will interrogate him in her presence + to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “To-night, sire!” exclaimed Bouchier. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, to-night,” repeated the king. “I am resolved, even if it should cost + the life of this maiden, whose charms have moved me so, to break the + infernal machinery woven around me. And now as I think it not unlikely the + miscreant Herne may attempt the prisoner's deliverance, let the strictest + watch be kept over the tower. Station an arquebusier throughout the night + at the door of the dungeon, and another at the entrance to the chamber on + the ground floor. Your own post must be on the roof of the fortification, + that you may watch if any attempt is made to scale it from the town side, + or to get in through the loopholes. Keep a sharp lookout Bouchier, for I + shall hold you responsible if any mischance occurs.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do my best, my liege,” replied Bouchier; “and were it with a + mortal foe I had to contend, I should have no fear. But what vigilance can + avail against a fiend?” + </p> + <p> + “You have heard my injunctions, and will attend to them,” rejoined the + king harshly. “I shall return anon to the examination.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he departed. + </p> + <p> + Brave as a lion on ordinary occasions, Bouchier entered upon his present + duty with reluctance and misgiving; and he found the arquebusiers by whom + he was attended, albeit stout soldiers, equally uneasy. Herne had now + become an object of general dread throughout the castle; and the + possibility of an encounter with him was enough to daunt the boldest + breast. Disguising his alarm, Bouchier issued his directions in an + authoritative tone, and then mounted with three arquebusiers to the summit + of the tower. It was now dark, but the moon soon arose, and her beams + rendered every object as distinguishable as daylight would have done, so + that watch was easily kept. But nothing occurred to occasion alarm, until + all at once, a noise like that of a hammer stricken against a board, was + heard in the chamber below. + </p> + <p> + Drawing his sword, Bouchier hurried down the steps leading into this + chamber, which was buried in darkness, and advanced so precipitately and + incautiously into the gloom, that he struck his head against a crossbeam. + The violence of the blow stunned him for a moment, but as soon as he + recovered, he called to the guard in the lower chamber to bring up a + torch. The order was promptly obeyed; but, meanwhile, the sound had + ceased, and, though they searched about, they could not discover the + occasion of it. + </p> + <p> + This, however, was not so wonderful for the singular construction of the + chamber, with its numerous crossbeams, its deep embrasures and recesses, + its insecure and uneven floor, its steep ladder-like staircases, was + highly favourable to concealment, it being utterly impossible, owing to + the intersections of the beams, for the searchers to see far before them, + or to move about quickly. In the midst of the chamber was a large wooden + compartment enclosing the cumbrous and uncouth machinery of the castle + clock, and through the box ran the cord communicating with the belfry + above. At that time, pieces of ordnance were mounted in all the + embrasures, but there is now only one gun, placed in a porthole commanding + Thames Street, and the long thoroughfare leading to Eton. The view from + this porthole of the groves of Eton, and of the lovely plains on the + north-west, watered by the river, is enchanting beyond description. + </p> + <p> + Viewed from a recess which has been partly closed, the appearance of this + chamber is equally picturesque and singular; and it is scarcely possible + to pass beneath its huge beams or to gaze at the fantastic yet striking + combinations they form in connection with the deep embrasures, the steep + staircases and trap-doors, and not feel that the whole place belongs to + romance, and that a multitude of strange and startling stories must be + connected with it. The old architects were indeed great romancers, and + built for the painter and the poet. + </p> + <p> + Bouchier and his companion crept about under the great meshwork of + beams-peered into all the embrasures, and beneath the carriages of the + culverins. There was a heap of planks and beams lying on the floor between + the two staircases, but no one was near it. + </p> + <p> + The result of their investigations did not tend to decrease their alarm. + Bouchier would fain have had the man keep watch in the chamber, but + neither threats nor entreaties could induce him to remain there. He was + therefore sent below, and the captain returned to the roof. He had + scarcely emerged upon the leads when the hammering recommenced more + violently than before. In vain Bouchier ordered his men to go down. No one + would stir; and superstitious fear had by this time obtained such mastery + over the captain, that he hesitated to descend alone. To add to his + vexation, the arquebusier had taken the torch with him, so that he should + have to proceed in darkness. + </p> + <p> + At length he mustered up courage to make the attempt; but he paused + between each step, peering through the gloom, and half fancying he could + discern the figure of Herne near the spot where the pile of wood lay. + Certain it was that the sound of diabolical laughter, mingled with the + rattling of the chain and the sharp blows of the hammer, smote his ears. + The laughter became yet louder as Bouchier advanced, the hammering ceased, + and the clanking of the chain showed that its mysterious wearer was + approaching the foot of the steps to meet him. But the captain had not + nerve enough for the encounter. Invoking the protection of the saints, he + beat a precipitate retreat, and closed the little door at the head of the + steps after him. + </p> + <p> + The demon was apparently satisfied with the alarm he had occasioned, for + the hammering was not renewed at that time. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0038" id="link2H_4_0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Showing the Vacillations of the King between Wolsey and Anne + Boleyn. +</pre> + <p> + Before returning to the state apartments, Henry took a turn on the + ramparts on the north side of the castle, between the Curfew Tower and the + Winchester Tower, and lingered for a short time on the bastion commanding + that part of the acclivity where the approach, called the Hundred Steps, + is now contrived. Here he cautioned the sentinels to be doubly vigilant + throughout the night, and having gazed for a moment at the placid stream + flowing at the foot of the castle, and tinged with the last rays of the + setting sun, he proceeded to the royal lodgings, and entered the banquet + chamber, where supper was already served. + </p> + <p> + Wolsey sat on his right hand, but he did not vouchsafe him a single word, + addressing the whole of his discourse to the Duke of Suffolk, who was + placed on his left. As soon as the repast was over, he retired to his + closet. But the cardinal would not be so repulsed, and sent one of his + gentlemen to crave a moment's audience of the king, which with some + reluctance was accorded. + </p> + <p> + “Well, cardinal,” cried Henry, as Wolsey presented himself, and the usher + withdrew. “You are playing a deep game with me, as you think; but take + heed, for I see through it.” “I pray you dismiss these suspicions from + your mind, my liege,” said Wolsey. “No servant was ever more faithful to + his master than I have been to you.” + </p> + <p> + “No servant ever took better care of himself,” cried the king fiercely. + “Not alone have you wronged me to enrich yourself, but you are ever + intriguing with my enemies. I have nourished in my breast a viper; but I + will cast you off—will crush you as I would the noxious reptile.” + </p> + <p> + And he stamped upon the floor, as if he could have trampled the cardinal + beneath his foot. + </p> + <p> + “Beseech you calm yourself, my liege,” replied Wolsey, in the soft and + deprecatory tone which he had seldom known to fail with the king. “I have + never thought of my own aggrandisement, but as it was likely to advance + your power. For the countless benefits I have received at your hands, my + soul overflows with gratitude. You have raised me from the meanest + condition to the highest. You have made me your confidant, your adviser, + your treasurer, and with no improper boldness I say it, your friend. But I + defy the enemies who have poisoned your ears against me, to prove that I + have ever abused the trust placed in me. The sole fault that can be + imputed to me is, that I have meddled more with temporal matters than with + spiritual, and it is a crime for which I must answer before Heaven. But I + have so acted because I felt that I might thereby best serve your + highness. If I have aspired to the papal throne—which you well know + I have—it has been that I might be yet a more powerful friend to + your majesty, and render you what you are entitled to be, the first prince + in Christendom.” + </p> + <p> + “Tut, tut!” exclaimed the king, who was, nevertheless, moved by the artful + appeal. + </p> + <p> + “The gifts I have received from foreign princes,” pursued Wolsey, seeing + the effect he had produced, “the wealth I have amassed, have all been with + a view of benefiting your majesty.” “Humph!” exclaimed the king. + </p> + <p> + “To prove that I speak the truth, sire,” continued the wily cardinal, “the + palace at Hampton Court, which I have just completed—” + </p> + <p> + “And at a cost more lavish than I myself should have expended on it,” + interrupted the king angrily. + </p> + <p> + “If I had destined it for myself, I should not have spent a tithe of what + I have done,” rejoined Wolsey. “Your highness's unjust accusations force + me to declare my intentions somewhat prematurely. Deign,” he cried, + throwing at the king's feet, “deign to accept that palace and all within + it. You were pleased, during your late residence there, to express your + approval of it. And I trust it will find equal favour in your eyes, now + that it is your own.” + </p> + <p> + “By holy Mary, a royal gift!” cried Henry. “Rise, You are not the + grasping, selfish person you have been represented.” + </p> + <p> + “Declare as much to my enemies, sire, and I shall be more content. You + will find the palace better worth acceptance than at first sight might + appear.” + </p> + <p> + “How so?” cried the king. + </p> + <p> + “Your highness will be pleased to take this key,” said the cardinal; “it + is the key of the cellar.” + </p> + <p> + “You have some choice wine there,” cried Henry significantly; “given you + by some religious house, or sent you by some foreign potentate, ha!” + </p> + <p> + “It is wine that a king might prize,” replied the cardinal. “Your majesty + will find a hundred hogsheads in that cellar, and each hogshead filled + with gold.” + </p> + <p> + “You amaze me!” cried the king, feigning astonishment. “And all this you + freely give me?” + </p> + <p> + “Freely and fully, sire,” replied Wolsey. “Nay, I have saved it for you. + Men think I have cared for myself, whereas I have cared only for your + majesty. Oh! my dear liege, by the devotion I have just approved to you, + and which I would also approve, if needful, with my life, I beseech you to + consider well before you raise Anne Boleyn to the throne. In giving you + this counsel, I know I hazard the favour I have just regained. But even at + that hazard, I must offer it. Your infatuation blinds you to the terrible + consequences of the step. The union is odious to all your subjects, but + most of all to those not tainted with the new heresies and opinions. It + will never be forgiven by the Emperor Charles the Fifth, who will seek to + avenge the indignity offered to his illustrious relative; while Francis + will gladly make it a pretext for breaking his truce with you. Add to this + the displeasure of the Apostolic See, and it must be apparent that, + powerful as you are, your position will be one of infinite peril.” + </p> + <p> + “Thus far advanced, I cannot honourably abandon the divorce,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Nor do I advise its abandonment, sire,” replied Wolsey; “but do not let + it be a means of injuring you with all men. Do not let a mal-alliance + place your very throne in jeopardy; as, with your own subjects and all + foreign powers against you, must necessarily be the case.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak warmly, cardinal,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “My zeal prompts me to do so,” replied Wolsey. “Anne Boleyn is in no + respect worthy of the honour you propose her.” + </p> + <p> + “And whom do you think more worthy?” demanded Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Those whom I have already recommended to your majesty, the Duchess + d'Alencon, or the Princess Renee,” replied Wolsey; “by a union with either + of whom you would secure the cordial co-operation of Francis, and the + interests of the see of Rome, which, in the event of a war with Spain, you + may need.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Wolsey,” replied Henry, taking a hasty turn across the chamber; “no + considerations of interests or security shall induce me to give up Anne. I + love her too well for that. Let the lion Charles roar, the fox Francis + snarl, and the hydra-headed Clement launch forth his flames, I will remain + firm to my purpose. I will not play the hypocrite with you, whatever I may + do with others. I cast off Catherine that I may wed Anne, because I cannot + otherwise obtain her. And shall I now, when I have dared so much, and when + the prize is within my grasp, abandon it?—Never! Threats, + expostulations, entreaties are alike unavailing.” + </p> + <p> + “I grieve to hear it, my liege,” replied Wolsey, heaving a deep sigh. “It + is an ill-omened union, and will bring woe to you, woe to your realm, and + woe to the Catholic Church.” + </p> + <p> + “And woe to you also, false cardinal,” cried Anne Boleyn, throwing aside + the arras, and stepping forward. “I have overheard what has passed; and + from my heart of hearts I thank you, Henry, for the love you have + displayed for me. But I here solemnly vow never to give my hand to you + till Wolsey is dismissed from your counsels.” + </p> + <p> + “Anne!” exclaimed the king. + </p> + <p> + “My own enmity I could forego,” pursued Anne vehemently, “but I cannot + forgive him his duplicity and perfidy towards you. He has just proffered + you his splendid palace of Hampton, and his treasures; and wherefore?—I + will tell you: because he feared they would be wrested from him. His + jester had acquainted him with the discovery just made of the secret + hoard, and he was therefore compelled to have recourse to this desperate + move. But I was apprized of his intentions by Will Sommers, and have come + in time to foil him.” + </p> + <p> + “By my faith, I believe you are right, sweetheart,” said the king. + </p> + <p> + “Go, tell your allies, Francis and Clement, that the king's love for me + outweighs his fear of them,” cried Anne, laughing spitefully. “As for you, + I regard you as nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Vain woman, your pride will be abased,” rejoined Wolsey bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Vain man, you are already abased,” replied Anne. “A few weeks ago I would + have made terms with you. Now I am your mortal enemy, and will never rest + till I have procured your downfall.” + </p> + <p> + “The king will have an amiable consort, truly,” sneered Wolsey. + </p> + <p> + “He will have one who can love him and hate his foes,” replied Anne; “and + not one who would side with them and thee, as would be the case with the + Duchess d'Alencon or the Princess Renee. Henry, you know the sole terms on + which you can procure my hand.” + </p> + <p> + The king nodded a playful affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “Then dismiss him at once, disgrace him,” said Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay,” replied Henry, “the divorce is not yet passed. You are angered + now, and will view matters more coolly to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall never change my resolution,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + “If my dismissal and disgrace can save my sovereign, I pray him to + sacrifice me without hesitation,” said Wolsey; “but while I have liberty + of speech with him, and aught of power remaining, I will use it to his + advantage. I pray your majesty suffer me to retire.” + </p> + <p> + And receiving a sign of acquiescence from the king, he withdrew, amid the + triumphant laughter of Anne. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Tristram Lyndwood was interrogated by the King. +</pre> + <p> + Anne Boleyn remained with her royal lover for a few minutes to pour forth + her gratitude for the attachment he had displayed to her, and to confirm + the advantage she had gained over Wolsey. As soon as she was gone, Henry + summoned an usher, and giving him some instructions respecting Mabel + Lyndwood, proceeded to the Curfew Tower. + </p> + <p> + Nothing was said to him of the strange noise that had been heard in the + upper chamber, for the arquebusiers were fearful of exciting his + displeasure by a confession of their alarm, and he descended at once to + the dungeon. + </p> + <p> + “Well, fellow,” he cried, sternly regarding the captive, who arose at his + entrance, “you have now had ample time for reflection, and I trust are in + a better frame of mind than when I last spoke with you. I command you to + declare all you know concerning Herne the Hunter, and to give me such + information respecting the proscribed felon, Morgan Fenwolf, as will + enable me to accomplish his capture.” + </p> + <p> + “I have already told your highness that my mouth is sealed by an oath of + secrecy,” replied Tristram, humbly, but firmly. + </p> + <p> + “Obstinate dog! thou shalt either speak, or I will hang thee from the top + of this tower, as I hanged Mark Fytton the butcher,” roared Henry. + </p> + <p> + “You will execute your sovereign pleasure, my liege,” said the old man. + “My life is in your hands. It is little matter whether it is closed now or + a year hence. I have well nigh run out my term.” + </p> + <p> + “If thou carest not for thyself, thou mayest not be equally indifferent to + another,” cried the king. “What ho! bring in his granddaughter.” + </p> + <p> + The old man started at the command, and trembled violently. The next + moment, Mabel was led into the dungeon by Shoreditch and Paddington. + Behind her came Nicholas Clamp. On seeing her grandsire, she uttered a + loud cry and would have rushed towards him, but she was held back by her + companions. + </p> + <p> + “Oh grandfather!” she cried, “what have you done?-why do I find you here?” + </p> + <p> + Tristram groaned, and averted his head. + </p> + <p> + “He is charged with felony and sorcery,” said the king sternly, “and you, + maiden, come under the same suspicion.” + </p> + <p> + “Believe it not, sire,” cried the old man, flinging himself at Henry's + feet; “oh, believe it not. Whatever you may judge of me, believe her + innocent. She was brought up most devoutly, by a lay sister of the + monastery at Chertsey; and she knows nothing, save by report, of what + passes in the forest.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet she has seen and conversed with Morgan Fenwolf,” the king. + </p> + <p> + “Not since he was outlawed,” said Tristram. + </p> + <p> + “I saw him to—day, as I was brought to the castle,” cried Mabel, + “and—” but recollecting that she might implicate her grandfather, + she suddenly stopped. + </p> + <p> + “What said he?—ha!” demanded the king. + </p> + <p> + “I will tell your majesty what passed,” interposed Nicholas Clamp, + stepping forward, “for I was with the damsel at the time. He came upon us + suddenly from behind a great tree, and ordered her to accompany him to her + grandsire.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” exclaimed the king. + </p> + <p> + “But he had no authority for what he said, I am well convinced,” pursued + Clamp. “Mabel disbelieved him and refused to go, and I should have + captured him if the fiend he serves had not lent him a helping hand.” + </p> + <p> + “What says the prisoner himself to this?” observed the king. “Didst thou + send Fenwolf on the errand?” + </p> + <p> + “I did,” replied Tristram. “I sent him to prevent her from going to the + castle.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel sobbed audibly. + </p> + <p> + “Thou art condemned by thy own confession, caitiff,” said the king, “and + thou knowest upon what terms alone thou canst save thyself from the + hangman, and thy grand-daughter from the stake.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, mercy, sire, mercy!” shrieked Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Your fate rests with your grandsire,” said the king sternly. “If he + chooses to be your executioner he will remain silent.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, speak, grandsire, speak!” cried Mabel. “What matters the violation of + an unholy vow?” + </p> + <p> + “Give me till to-morrow for consideration, sire,” said the old man. + </p> + <p> + “Thou shalt have till midnight,” replied the king; “and till then Mabel + shall remain with thee.” + </p> + <p> + “I would rather be left alone,” said Tristram. + </p> + <p> + “I doubt it not,” replied the king; “but it shall not be.” And without + bestowing a look at Mabel, whose supplications he feared might shake his + purpose, he quitted the vault with his attendants, leaving her alone with + her grandsire. + </p> + <p> + “I shall return at midnight,” he said to the arquebusier stationed at the + door; “and meanwhile let no one enter the dungeon—not even the Duke + of Suffolk—unless,” he added, holding forth his hand to display a + ring, “he shall bring this signet.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0040" id="link2H_4_0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Brief Advantage gained by the Queen and the Cardinal. +</pre> + <p> + As the king, wholly unattended—for he had left the archers at the + Curfew Tower—was passing at the back of Saint George's Chapel, near + the north transept, he paused for a moment to look at the embattled + entrance to the New Commons—a structure erected in the eleventh year + of his own reign by James Denton, a canon, and afterwards Dean of + Lichfield, for the accommodation of such chantry priests and choristers as + had no place in the college. Over the doorway, surmounted by a niche, ran + (and still runs) the inscription— + </p> + <p> + “AEDES PRO SACELLANORUM CHORISTARUM COVIVIIS EXTRUCTA, A.D. 1519.” + </p> + <p> + The building has since been converted into one of the canons' houses. + </p> + <p> + While he was contemplating this beautiful gateway, which was glimmering in + the bright moonlight, a tall figure suddenly darted from behind one of the + buttresses of the chapel, and seized his left arm with an iron grasp. The + suddenness of the attack took him by surprise; but he instantly recovered + himself, plucked away his arm, and, drawing his sword, made a pass at his + assailant, who, however, avoided the thrust, and darted with inconceivable + swiftness through the archway leading to the cloisters. Though Henry + followed as quickly as he could, he lost sight of the fugitive, but just + as he was about to enter the passage running between the tomb-house and + the chapel, he perceived a person in the south ambulatory evidently + anxious to conceal himself, and, rushing up to him and dragging him to the + light he found it was no other than the cardinal's jester, Patch. + </p> + <p> + “What does thou here, knave?” cried Henry angrily. + </p> + <p> + “I am waiting for my master, the cardinal,” replied the jester, terrified + out of his wits. + </p> + <p> + “Waiting for him here!” cried the king. “Where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “In that house,” replied Patch, pointing to a beautiful bay-window, full + of stained glass, overhanging the exquisite arches of the north + ambulatory. + </p> + <p> + “Why, that is Doctor Sampson's dwelling,” cried Henry; “he who was + chaplain to the queen, and is a strong opponent of the divorce. What doth + he there?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure I know not,” replied Patch, whose terror increased each moment. + “Perhaps I have mistaken the house. Indeed, I am sure it must be Doctor + Voysey's, the next door.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou liest, knave!” cried Henry fiercely; “thy manner convinces me there + is some treasonable practice going forward. But I will soon find it out. + Attempt to give the alarm, and I will cut thy throat.” + </p> + <p> + With this he proceeded to the back of the north ambulatory, and finding + the door he sought unfastened, raised the latch and walked softly in. But + before he got half-way down the passage, Doctor Sampson himself issued + from an inner room with a lamp in his hand. He started on seeing the king, + and exhibited great alarm. + </p> + <p> + “The Cardinal of York is here—I know it,” said Henry in a deep + whisper. “Lead me to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, go not forward, my gracious liege!” cried Sampson, placing himself in + his path. + </p> + <p> + “Wherefore not?” rejoined the king. “Ha! what voice is that I heard in the + upper chamber? Is she here, and with Wolsey? Out of my way, man,” he + added, pushing the canon aside, and rushing up the short wooden staircase. + </p> + <p> + When Wolsey returned from his interview with the king, which had been so + unluckily interrupted by Anne Boleyn, he found his ante-chamber beset with + a crowd of suitors to whose solicitations he was compelled to listen, and + having been detained in this manner for nearly half an hour, he at length + retired into an inner room. + </p> + <p> + “Vile sycophants!” he muttered, “they bow the knee before me, and pay me + greater homage than they render the king, but though they have fed upon my + bounty and risen by my help, not one of them, if he was aware of my true + position, but would desert me. Not one of them but would lend a helping + hand to crush me. Not one but would rejoice in my downfall. But they have + not deceived me. I knew them from the first—saw through their + hollowness and despised them. While power lasts to me, I will punish some + of them. While power lasts!” he repeated. “Have I any power remaining? I + have already given up Hampton and my treasures to the king; and the work + of spoliation once commenced, the royal plunderer will not be content till + he has robbed me of all; while his minion, Anne Boleyn, has vowed my + destruction. Well, I will not yield tamely, nor fall unavenged.” + </p> + <p> + As these thoughts passed through his mind, Patch, who had waited for a + favourable moment to approach him, delivered him a small billet carefully + sealed, and fastened with a silken thread. Wolsey took it, and broke it + open; and as his eye eagerly scanned its contents, the expression of his + countenance totally changed. A flash of joy and triumph irradiated his + fallen features; and thrusting the note into the folds of his robe, he + inquired of the jester by whom it had been brought, and how long. + </p> + <p> + “It was brought by a messenger from Doctor Sampson,” replied Patch, “and + was committed to me with special injunctions to deliver it to your grace + immediately on your return, and secretly.” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal sat down, and for a few moments appeared lost in deep + reflection; he then arose, and telling Patch he should return presently, + quitted the chamber. But the jester, who was of an inquisitive turn, and + did not like to be confined to half a secret, determined to follow him, + and accordingly tracked him along the great corridor, down a winding + staircase, through a private door near the Norman Gateway, across the + middle ward, and finally saw him enter Doctor Sampson's dwelling, at the + back of the north ambulatory. He was reconnoitring the windows of the + house from the opposite side of the cloisters in the hope of discovering + something, when he was caught, as before mentioned, by the king. + </p> + <p> + Wolsey, meanwhile, was received by Doctor Sampson at the doorway of his + dwelling, and ushered by him into a chamber on the upper floor, wainscoted + with curiously carved and lustrously black oak. A silver lamp was burning + the on the table, and in the recess of the window, which was screened by + thick curtains, sat a majestic lady, who rose on the cardinal's entrance. + It was Catherine of Arragon. + </p> + <p> + “I attend your pleasure, madam,” said Wolsey, with a profound inclination. + </p> + <p> + “You have been long in answering my summons,” said the queen; “but I could + not expect greater promptitude. Time was when a summons from Catherine of + Arragon would have been quickly and cheerfully attended to; when the + proudest noble in the land would have borne her message to you, and when + you would have passed through crowds to her audience-chamber. Now another + holds her place, and she is obliged secretly to enter the castle where she + once ruled, to despatch a valet to her enemy, to attend his pleasure, and + to receive him in the dwelling of an humble canon. Times are changed with + me, Wolsey—sadly changed.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been in attendance on the king, madam, or I should have been with + you sooner,” replied Wolsey. “It grieves me sorely to see you here.” + </p> + <p> + “I want not your pity,” replied the queen proudly. “I did not send for you + to gratify your malice by exposing my abject state. I did not send for you + to insult me by false sympathy; but in the hope that your own interest + would induce you to redress the wrongs you have done me.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! madam, I fear it is now too late to repair the error I have + committed,” said Wolsey, in a tone of affected penitence and sorrow. + </p> + <p> + “You admit, then, that it was an error,” cried Catherine. “Well, that is + something. Oh! that you had paused before you began this evil work—before + you had raised a storm which will destroy me and yourself. Your quarrel + with my nephew the Emperor Charles has cost me dear, but it will cost you + yet more dearly.” + </p> + <p> + “I deserve all your reproaches, madam,” said Wolsey, with feigned + meekness; “and I will bear them without a murmur. But you have sent for me + for some specific object, I presume?” + </p> + <p> + “I sent for you to give me aid, as much for your own sake as mine,” + replied the queen, “for you are in equal danger. Prevent this divorce—foil + Anne—and you retain the king's favour. Our interests are so far + leagued together, that you must serve me to serve yourself. My object is + to gain time to enable my friends to act. Your colleague is secretly + favourable to me. Pronounce no sentence here, but let the cause be removed + to Rome. My nephew the emperor will prevail upon the Pope to decide in my + favour.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare not thus brave the king's displeasure, madam;” replied Wolsey. + </p> + <p> + “Dissembler!” exclaimed Catherine. “I now perceive the insincerity of your + professions. This much I have said to try you. And now to my real motive + for sending for you. I have in my possession certain letters, that will + ruin Anne Boleyn with the king.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” exclaimed the cardinal joyfully; “if that be the case, all the rest + will be easy. Let me see the letters, I pray you, madam.” + </p> + <p> + Before Catherine could reply, the door was thrown violently open, and the + king stood before them. + </p> + <p> + “Soh!” roared Henry, casting a terrible look at Wolsey, “I have caught you + at your treasonable practices at last! And you, madam,” he added, turning + to Catherine, who meekly, but steadily, returned his gaze, “what brings + you here again? Because I pardoned your indiscretion yesterday, think not + I shall always be so lenient. You will leave the castle instantly. As to + Wolsey, he shall render me a strict account of his conduct.” + </p> + <p> + “I have nothing to declare, my liege,” replied Wolsey, recovering himself, + “I leave it to the queen to explain why I came hither.” + </p> + <p> + “The explanation shall be given at once,” said Catherine. “I sent for the + cardinal to request him to lay before your majesty these two letters from + Anne Boleyn to Sir Thomas Wyat, that you might judge whether one who could + write thus would make you a fitting consort. You disbelieved my charge of + levity yesterday. Read these, sire, and judge whether I spoke the truth.” + </p> + <p> + Henry glanced at the letters, and his brow grew dark. + </p> + <p> + “What say you to them, my liege?” cried Catherine, with a glance of + triumph. “In the one she vows eternal constancy to Sir Thomas Wyat, and in + the other—written after her engagement to you—he tells him + that though they can never meet as heretofore, she will always love him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ten thousand furies!” cried the king. “Where got you these letters, + madam?” + </p> + <p> + “They were given to me by a tall dark man, as I quitted the castle last + night,” said the queen. “He said they were taken from the person of Sir + Thomas Wyat while he lay concealed in the forest in the cave of Herne the + Hunter.” + </p> + <p> + “If I thought she wrote them,” cried Henry, in an access jealous fury, “I + would cast her off for ever.” + </p> + <p> + “Methinks your majesty should be able to judge whether they are true or + false,” said Catherine. “I know her writing well—too well, alas!—and + am satisfied they are genuine.” + </p> + <p> + “I am well assured that Wyat was concealed in the Lady Anne's chamber when + your majesty demanded admittance and could not obtain it—when the + Earl of Surrey sacrificed himself for her, and for his friend,” said + Wolsey. + </p> + <p> + “Perdition!” exclaimed the king, striking his brow with his clenched hand. + “Oh, Catherine!” he continued, after a pause, during which she intently + watched the workings of his countenance, “and it was for this + light-hearted creature I was about to cast you off.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgive you, sire—I forgive you!” exclaimed the queen, clasping + his hands, and bedewing them with grateful tears. “You have been deceived. + Heaven keep you in the same mind!” + </p> + <p> + “You have preserved me,” said Henry, “but you must not tarry here. Come + with me to the royal lodgings.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Henry,” replied Catherine, with a shudder, “not while she is there.” + </p> + <p> + “Make no conditions, madam,” whispered Wolsey. “Go.” + </p> + <p> + “She shall be removed to-morrow,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “In that case I am content to smother my feelings,” said the queen. + </p> + <p> + “Come, then, Kate,” said Henry, taking her hand. “Lord cardinal, you will + attend us.” + </p> + <p> + “Right gladly, my liege,” replied Wolsey. “If this mood will only endure,” + he muttered, “all will go well. But his jealousy must not be allowed to + cool. Would that Wyat were here!” + </p> + <p> + Doctor Sampson could scarcely credit his senses as he beheld the august + pair come forth together, and a word from Wolsey explaining what had + occurred, threw him into transports of delight. But the surprise of the + good canon was nothing to that exhibited as Henry and Catherine entered + the royal lodgings, and the king ordered his own apartments to be + instantly prepared for her majesty's reception. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0041" id="link2H_4_0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Tristram Lyndwood and Mabel were liberated. +</pre> + <p> + Intelligence of the queen's return was instantly conveyed to Anne Boleyn, + and filled her with indescribable alarm. All her visions of power and + splendour seemed to melt away at once. She sent for her father, Lord + Rochford, who hurried to her in a state of the utmost anxiety, and closely + questioned her whether the extraordinary change had not been occasioned by + some imprudence of her own. But she positively denied the charge, alleging + that she had parted with the king scarcely an hour before on terms of the + most perfect amity, and with the full conviction that she had accomplished + the cardinal's ruin. + </p> + <p> + “You should not have put forth your hand against him till you were sure of + striking the blow,” said Rochford. “There is no telling what secret + influence he has over the king; and there may yet be a hard battle to + fight. But not a moment must be lost in counteracting his operations. + Luckily, Suffolk is here, and his enmity to the cardinal will make him a + sure friend to us. Pray Heaven you have not given the king fresh occasion + for jealousy! That is all I fear.” + </p> + <p> + And quitting his daughter, he sought out Suffolk, who, alarmed at what + appeared like a restoration of Wolsey to favour, promised heartily to + co-operate with him in the struggle; and that no time might be lost, the + duke proceeded at once to the royal closet, where he found the king pacing + moodily to and fro. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty seems disturbed,” said the duke. + </p> + <p> + “Disturbed!—ay!” exclaimed the king. “I have enough to disturb me. I + will never love again. I will forswear the whole sex. Harkee, Suffolk, you + are my brother, my second self, and know all the secrets of my heart. + After the passionate devotion I have displayed for Anne Boleyn—after + all I have done for her—all I have risked for her—I have been + deceived.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible, my liege?” exclaimed Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “Why, so I thought,” cried Henry, “and I turned a deaf ear to all + insinuations thrown out against her, till proof was afforded which I could + no longer doubt.” + </p> + <p> + “And what was the amount of the proof, my liege?” asked Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “These letters,” said Henry, handing them to him, “found on the person of + Sir Thomas Wyat.” + </p> + <p> + “But these only prove, my liege, the existence of a former passion—nothing + more,” remarked Suffolk, after he had scanned them. + </p> + <p> + “But she vows eternal constancy to him!” cried Henry; “says she shall ever + love him—says so at the time she professes devoted love for me! How + can I trust her after that? Suffolk, I feel she does not love me + exclusively; and my passion is so deep and devouring, that it demands + entire return. I must have her heart as well as her person; and I feel I + have only won her in my quality of king.” + </p> + <p> + “I am persuaded your majesty is mistaken,” said the duke. “Would I could + think so!” sighed Henry. “But no—no, I cannot be deceived. I will + conquer this fatal passion. Oh, Suffolk! it is frightful to be the + bondslave of a woman—a fickle, inconstant woman. But between the + depths of love and hate is but a step; and I can pass from one to the + other.” + </p> + <p> + “Do nothing rashly, my dear liege,” said Suffolk; “nothing that may bring + with it after-repentance. Do not be swayed by those who have inflamed your + jealousy, and who could practise upon it. Think the matter calmly over, + and then act. And till you have decided, see neither Catherine nor Anne; + and, above all, do not admit Wolsey to your secret counsels.” + </p> + <p> + “You are his enemy, Suffolk,” said the king sternly. + </p> + <p> + “I am your majesty's friend,” replied the duke. “I beseech you, yield to + me on this occasion, and I am sure of your thanks hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I believe you are right, my good friend and brother,” said Henry, + “and I will curb my impulses of rage and jealousy. To-morrow, before I see + either the queen or Anne, we will ride forth into the forest, and talk the + matter further over.” + </p> + <p> + “Your highness has come to a wise determination,” said the duke. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Suffolk!” sighed Henry, “would I had never seen this siren! She + exercises a fearful control over me, and enslaves my very soul.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot say whether it is for good or ill that you have met, my dear + liege,” replied Suffolk, “but I fancy I can discern the way in which your + ultimate decision will be taken. But it is now near midnight. I wish your + majesty sound and untroubled repose.” + </p> + <p> + “Stay!” cried Henry, “I am about to visit the Curfew Tower, and must take + you with me. I will explain my errand as we go. I had some thought of + sending you there in my stead. Ha!” he exclaimed, glancing at his finger, + “By Saint Paul, it is gone!” + </p> + <p> + “What is gone, my liege?” asked Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “My signet,” replied Henry, “I missed it not till now. It has been wrested + from me by the fiend, during my walk from the Curfew Tower. Let us not + lose a moment, or the prisoners will be set free by him,—if they + have not been liberated already.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he took a couple of dags—a species of short gun—from + a rest on the wall, and giving one to Suffolk, thrust the other into his + girdle. Thus armed, they quitted the royal lodgings, and hurried in the + direction of the Curfew Tower. Just as they reached the Horseshoe + Cloisters, the alarm-bell began to ring. + </p> + <p> + “Did I not tell you so?” cried Henry furiously; “they have escaped. Ha! it + ceases!—what has happened?” + </p> + <p> + About a quarter of an hour after the king had quitted the Curfew Tower, a + tall man, enveloped in a cloak, and wearing a high conical cap, presented + himself to the arquebusier stationed at the entrance to the dungeon, and + desired to be admitted to the prisoners. + </p> + <p> + “I have the king's signet,” he said, holding forth the ring. On seeing + this, the arquebusier, who recognised the ring, unlocked the door, and + admitted him. Mabel was kneeling on the ground beside her grandsire, with + her hands raised as in prayer, but as the tall man entered the vault, she + started to her feet, and uttered a slight scream. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter, child?” cried Tristram.. + </p> + <p> + “He is here!—he is come!” cried Mabel, in a tone of the deepest + terror. + </p> + <p> + “Who—the king?” cried Tristram, looking up. “Ah! I see! Herne is + come to deliver me.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not go with him, grandsire,” cried Mabel. “In the name of all the + saints, I implore you, do not.” + </p> + <p> + “Silence her!” said Herne in a harsh, imperious voice, “or I leave you.” + </p> + <p> + The old man looked imploringly at his granddaughter. + </p> + <p> + “You know the conditions of your liberation?” said Herne. + </p> + <p> + “I do—I do,” replied Tristram hastily, and with a shudder. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, grandfather!” cried Mabel, falling at his feet, “do not, I conjure + you, make any conditions with this dreaded being, or it will be at the + expense of your salvation. Better I should perish at the stake—better + you should suffer the most ignominious death, than this should be.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you accept them?” cried Herne, disregarding her supplications. + </p> + <p> + Tristram answered in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “Recall your words, grandfather—recall your words!” cried Mabel. “I + will implore pardon for you on my knees from the king, and he will not + refuse me.” + </p> + <p> + “The pledge cannot be recalled, damsel,” said Herne; “and it is to save + you from the king, as much as to accomplish his own preservation, that + your grandsire consents. He would not have you a victim to Henry's lust.” + And as he spoke, he divided the forester's bonds with his knife. “You must + go with him, Mabel,” he added. + </p> + <p> + “I will not!” she cried. “Something warns me that a great danger awaits + me.” + </p> + <p> + “You must go, girl,” cried Tristram angrily. “I will not leave you to + Henry's lawless passion.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Herne had passed into one of the large embrasures, and opened, + by means of a spring, an entrance to a secret staircase in the wall. He + then beckoned Tristram towards him, and whispered some instructions in his + ear. + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” replied the old man. + </p> + <p> + “Proceed to the cave,” cried Herne, “and remain there till I join you.” + </p> + <p> + Tristram nodded assent. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Mabel!” he cried, advancing towards her, and seizing her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Away!” cried Herne in a menacing tone. + </p> + <p> + Terrified by the formidable looks and gestures of the demon, the poor girl + offered no resistance, and her grandfather drew her into the opening, + which was immediately closed after her. + </p> + <p> + About an hour after this, and when it was near upon the stroke of + midnight, the arquebusier who had admitted the tall stranger to the + dungeon, and who had momentarily expected his coming forth, opened the + door to see what was going forward. Great was his astonishment to find the + cell empty! After looking around in bewilderment, he rushed to the chamber + above, to tell his comrades what had happened. + </p> + <p> + “This is clearly the work of the fiend,” said Shoreditch; “it is useless + to strive against him.” + </p> + <p> + “That tall black man was doubtless Herne himself.” said Paddington. “I am + glad he did us no injury. I hope the king will not provoke his malice + further.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we must inform Captain Bouchier of the mischance,” said Shoreditch. + “I would not be in thy skin, Mat Bee, for a trifle. The king will be here + presently, and then—” + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible to penetrate through the devices of the evil one,” + interrupted Mat. “I could have sworn it was the royal signet, for I saw it + on the king's finger as he delivered the order. I wish such another chance + of capturing the fiend would occur to me.” + </p> + <p> + As the words were uttered, the door of a recess was thrown suddenly open, + and Herne, in his wild garb, with his antlered helm upon his brow, and the + rusty chain depending from his left arm, stood before them. His appearance + was so terrific and unearthly that they all shrank aghast, and Mat Bee + fell with his face on the floor. + </p> + <p> + “I am here!” cried the demon. “Now, braggart, wilt dare to seize me?” + </p> + <p> + But not a hand was moved against him. The whole party seemed transfixed + with terror. + </p> + <p> + “You dare not brave my power, and you are right,” cried Herne—“a + wave of my hand would bring this old tower about your ears—a word + would summon a legion of fiends to torment you.” + </p> + <p> + “But do not utter it, I pray you, good Herne—excellent Herne,” cried + Mat Bee. “And, above all things, do not wave your hand, for we have no + desire to be buried alive,—have we, comrades? I should never have + said what I did if I had thought your friendship within hearing.” + </p> + <p> + “Your royal master will as vainly seek to contend with me as he did to + bury me beneath the oak-tree,” cried Herne. “If you want me further, seek + me in the upper chamber.” + </p> + <p> + And with these words he darted up the ladder-like flight of steps and + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + As soon as they recovered from the fright that had enchained them, + Shoreditch and Paddington rushed forth into the area in front of the + turret, and shouting to those on the roof told them that Herne was in the + upper room—a piece of information which was altogether superfluous, + as the hammering had recommenced, and continued till the clock struck + twelve, when it stopped. Just then, it occurred to Mat Bee to ring the + alarm-bell, and he seized the rope, and began to pull it; but the bell had + scarcely sounded, when the cord, severed from above, fell upon his head. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture, the king and the Duke of Suffolk arrived. When told what + had happened, though prepared for it, Henry burst into a terrible passion, + and bestowed a buffet on Mat Bee, that well nigh broke his jaw, and sent + him reeling to the farther side of the chamber. He had not at first + understood that Herne was supposed to be in the upper room; but as soon as + he was made aware of the circumstance, he cried out—“Ah, dastards! + have you let him brave you thus? But I am glad of it. His capture is + reserved for my own hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not expose yourself to this risk, my gracious liege,” said Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “What! are you too a sharer in their womanish fears, Suffolk?” cried + Henry. “I thought you had been made of stouter stuff. If there is danger, + I shall be the first to encounter it. Come,” he added, snatching a torch + from an arquebusier. And, drawing his dag, he hurried up the steep steps, + while Suffolk followed his example, and three or four arquebusiers + ventured after them. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Shoreditch and Paddington ran out, and informed Bouchier that + the king had arrived, and was mounting in search of Herne, upon which the + captain, shaking off his fears, ordered his men to follow him, and opening + the little door at the top of the stairs, began cautiously to descend, + feeling his way with his sword. He had got about half-way down, when Henry + sprang upon the platform. The light of the torch fell upon the ghostly + figure of Herne, with his arms folded upon his breast, standing near the + pile of wood, lying between the two staircases. So appalling was the + appearance of the demon, that Henry stood still to gaze at him, while + Bouchier and his men remained irresolute on the stairs. In another moment, + the Duke of Suffolk had gained the platform, and the arquebusiers were + seen near the head of the stairs. + </p> + <p> + “At last, thou art in my power, accursed being!” cried Henry. “Thou art + hemmed in on all sides, and canst not escape!” + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! ho!” laughed Herne. + </p> + <p> + “This shall prove whether thou art human or not,” cried Henry, taking + deliberate aim at him with the dag. + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! ho!” laughed Herne. And as the report rang through the room, he + sank through the floor, and disappeared from view. + </p> + <p> + “Gone!” exclaimed Henry, as the smoke cleared off; “gone! Holy Mary! then + it must indeed be the fiend. I made the middle of his skull my aim, and if + he had not been invulnerable, the bullet must have pierced his brain. + </p> + <p> + “I heard it rebound from his horned helmet, and drop to the floor,” said + Bouchier. + </p> + <p> + “What is that chest?” cried Henry, pointing to a strange coffin-shaped + box, lying, as it seemed, on the exact spot where the demon had + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + No one had seen it before, though all called to mind the mysterious + hammering; and they had no doubt that the coffin was the work of the + demon. + </p> + <p> + “Break it open,” cried Henry; “for aught we know, Herne may be concealed + within it.” + </p> + <p> + The order was reluctantly obeyed by the arquebusiers. But no force was + required, for the lid was not nailed down; and when it was removed, a + human body in the last stage of decay was discovered. + </p> + <p> + “Pah! close it up,” cried Henry, turning away in disgust. “How came it + there?” + </p> + <p> + “It must have been brought by the powers of darkness,” said Bouchier; “no + such coffin was here when I searched the chamber two hours ago. But see,” + he suddenly added, stooping down, and picking up a piece of paper which + had fallen from the coffin, “here is a scroll.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it me!” cried Henry; and holding it to the light, he read the words, + “The body of Mark Fytton, the butcher, the victim of a tyrant's cruelty.” + </p> + <p> + Uttering a terrible imprecation, Henry flung the paper from him; and + bidding the arquebusiers burn the body at the foot of the gallows without + the town, he quitted the tower without further search. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0042" id="link2H_4_0042"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Wolsey was disgraced by the King. +</pre> + <p> + On the following day, a reconciliation took place between the king and + Anne Boleyn. During a ride in the great park with his royal brother, + Suffolk not only convinced him of the groundlessness of his jealousy, but + contrived to incense him strongly against Wolsey. Thus the queen and the + cardinal lost the momentary advantage they had gained, while Anne's power + was raised yet higher. Yielding to her entreaties not to see Catherine + again, nor to hold further conference with Wolsey until the sentence of + the court should be pronounced, Henry left the castle that very day, and + proceeded to his palace of Bridewell. The distress of the unhappy queen at + this sudden revolution of affairs may be conceived. Distrusting Wolsey, + and putting her sole reliance on Heaven and the goodness of her cause, she + withdrew to Blackfriars, where she remained till the court met. As to the + cardinal himself, driven desperate by his situation, and exasperated by + the treatment he had experienced, he resolved, at whatever risk, to thwart + Henry's schemes, and revenge himself upon Anne Boleyn. + </p> + <p> + Thus matters continued till the court met as before in the + Parliament-chamber, at Blackfriars. On this occasion Henry was present, + and took his place under a cloth of estate,—the queen sitting at + some distance below him. Opposite them were the legates, with the + Archbishop of Canterbury, and the whole of the bishops. The aspect of the + assemblage was grave and anxious. Many eyes were turned on Henry, who + looked gloomy and menacing, but the chief object of interest was the + queen, who, though pale as death, had never in her highest days of power + worn a more majestic and dignified air than on this occasion. + </p> + <p> + The proceedings of the court then commenced, and the king being called by + the crier, he immediately answered to the summons. Catherine was next + called, and instead of replying, she marched towards the canopy beneath + which the king was seated, prostrated herself, and poured forth a most + pathetic and eloquent appeal to him, at the close of which she arose, and + making a profound reverence, walked out of the court, leaning upon the arm + of her general receiver, Griffith. Henry desired the crier to call her + back, but she would not return; and seeing the effect produced by her + address upon the auditory, he endeavoured to efface it by an eulogium on + her character and virtues, accompanied by an expression of deep regret at + the step he was compelled to take in separating himself from her. But his + hypocrisy availed him little, and his speech was received with looks of + ill-disguised incredulity. Some further discourse then took place between + the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of Rochester; but as the queen + had absented herself, the court was adjourned to the next day, when it + again met, and as she did not then appear, though summoned, she was + pronounced contumacious. After repeated adjournments, the last session was + held, and judgment demanded on the part of the king, when Campeggio, as + had been arranged between him and Wolsey, declined to pronounce it until + he had referred the matter to the Pope, and the court was dissolved. + </p> + <p> + About two months after this event, during which time the legate's + commission had been revoked, while Henry was revolving the expediency of + accomplishing the divorce through the medium of his own ecclesiastical + courts, and without reference to that of Rome, a despatch was received + from the Pope by the two cardinals, requiring them to cite the king to + appear before him by attorney on a certain day. At the time of the arrival + of this instrument, Campeggio chanced to be staying with Wolsey at his + palace at Esher, and as the king was then holding his court at Windsor, + they both set out for the castle on the following day, attended by a + retinue of nearly a hundred horsemen, splendidly equipped. + </p> + <p> + It was now the middle of September, and the woods, instead of presenting + one uniform mass of green, glowed with an infinite variety of lovely + tints. And yet, despite the beauty of the scene, there was something + melancholy in witnessing the decline of the year, as marked by those old + woods, and by the paths that led through them, so thickly strewn with + leaves. Wolsey was greatly affected. “These noble trees will ere long + bereft of all their glories,” he thought, “and so, most likely, will it be + with me, and perhaps my winter may come sooner than theirs!” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal and his train had crossed Staines Bridge, and passing through + Egham, had entered the great park near Englefield Green. They were + proceeding along the high ridge overlooking the woody region between it + and the castle, when a joyous shout in the glades beneath reached them, + and looking down, they saw the king accompanied by Anne Boleyn, and + attended by his falconers and a large company of horsemen, pursuing the + sport of hawking. The royal party appeared so much interested in their + sport that they did not notice the cardinal and his train, and were soon + out of sight. But as Wolsey descended Snow Hill, and entered the long + avenue, he heard the trampling of horses at a little distance, and shortly + afterwards, Henry and Anne issued from out the trees. They were somewhat + more than a bow-shot in advance of the cardinal; but instead of halting + till he came up, the king had no sooner ascertained who it was, than, + despatching a messenger to the castle, who was seen galloping swiftly down + the avenue, he rode off with Anne Boleyn towards the opposite side of the + park. Though deeply mortified by the slight, Wolsey concealed his vexation + from his brother cardinal, and pursued his way to the castle, before which + he presently arrived. The gate was thrown open at his approach, but he had + scarcely entered the lower ward when Sir Henry Norris, the king's groom of + the stole, advanced to meet him, and, with a sorrowful expression of + countenance, said that his royal master had so many guests at the castle, + that he could not accommodate him and his train. + </p> + <p> + “I understand your drift, sir,” replied Wolsey; “you would tell me I am + not welcome. Well, then, his eminence Cardinal Campeggio and myself must + take up our lodging at some hostel in the town, for it is necessary we + should see the king.” + </p> + <p> + “If your grace is content to dismiss your attendants,” said Norris in a + low tone, “you and Cardinal Campeggio can be lodged in Henry the Third's + Tower. Thus much I will take upon me; but I dare not admit you to the + royal lodgings.” + </p> + <p> + Wolsey tried to look unconcerned, and calling to his gentleman usher, + George Cavendish, gave him some instructions in a low voice, upon which + the other immediately placed himself at the head of the retinue, and + ordered them to quit the castle with him, leaving only the jester, Patch, + to attend upon his master. Campeggio's attendants being comparatively + speaking, few in number, were allowed to remain, and his litter was + conveyed to Henry the Third's Tower—a fortification standing, as + already stated, in the south side of the lower ward, near the edge of the + dry moat surrounding the Round Tower. At the steps of this tower Wolsey + dismounted, and was about to follow Campeggio into the doorway, when Will + Sommers, who had heard of his arrival, stepped forward, and with a + salutation of mock formality, said, “I am sure it will grieve the king, my + master, not to be able to accommodate your grace's train; but since it is + larger than his own, you will scarce blame his want of hospitality.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor the courtesy of his attendants,” rejoined Wolsey sharply. “I am in no + mood for thy jesting now. Stand aside, sirrah, or I will have the rod + applied to thy back!” + </p> + <p> + “Take care the king does not apply the rod to your own, lord cardinal,” + retorted Will Sommers. “If he scourges you according to your deserts, your + skin will be redder than your robe.” And his mocking laugh pursued Wolsey + like the hiss of a snake into the tower. + </p> + <p> + Some two hours after this, Henry and his attendants returned from the + chase. The king seemed in a blithe humour, and Wolsey saw him laugh + heartily as Will Sommers pointed with his bauble towards Henry the Third's + Tower. The cardinal received no invitation to the royal banquet; and the + answer to his solicitation for an interview was, that he and Campeggio + would be received in the presence-chamber on the following morning, but + not before. + </p> + <p> + That night a great revel was held in the castle. Masquing, dancing, and + feasting filled up the evening, and the joyous sounds and strains reached + Wolsey in his seclusion, and forced him to contrast it with his recent + position, when he would have been second only to the king in the + entertainment. He laid his head upon his pillow, but not to rest, and + while tossing feverishly about his couch, he saw the arras with which the + walls were covered, move, and a tall, dark figure step from behind it. The + cardinal would have awakened his jester, who slept in a small truckle-bed + at his feet, but the strange visitor motioned him to be still. + </p> + <p> + “You may conjecture who I am, cardinal,” he said, “but in case you should + doubt, I will tell you. I am Herne the Hunter! And now to my errand. There + is a damsel, whom you once saw in the forest near the great lake, and whom + you promised to befriend. You can assist her now—to-morrow it may be + out of your power.” + </p> + <p> + “I have enough to do to aid myself, without meddling with what concerns me + not,” said Wolsey. + </p> + <p> + “This damsel does concern you,” cried Herne. “Read this, and you will see + in what way.” + </p> + <p> + And he tossed a letter to Wolsey, who glanced at it by the light of the + lamp. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! is it so?” he exclaimed. “Is she—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” cried Herne, “or you will wake this sleeper. It is as you suppose. + Will you not aid her now? Will you not bestow some of your treasure upon + her before it is wholly wrested from you by the king? I will do aught you + wish, secretly and swiftly.” + </p> + <p> + “Go, then, to my palace at Esher,” cried the cardinal. “Take this key to + my treasurer—it is the key of my coffers. Bid him deliver to you the + six caskets in the cabinet in the gilt chamber. Here is a token by which + he will know that you came from me,” he added, delivering him a small + chain of gold, “for it has been so agreed between us. But you will be sure + to give the treasure to Mabel.” + </p> + <p> + “Fear nothing,” replied Herne. And stretching forth his hand to receive + the key and the chain, he glided behind the tapestry, and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + This strange incident gave some diversion to Wolsey's thought; but ere + long they returned to their former channel. Sleep would not be summoned, + and as soon as the first glimpse of day appeared, he arose, and wrapping + his robe around him, left his room and ascended a winding staircase + leading to the roof of the tower. + </p> + <p> + The morning promised to be fine, but it was then hazy, and the greater + part of the forest was wrapped in mist. The castle, however, was seen to + great advantage. Above Wolsey rose the vast fabric of the Round Tower, on + the summit of which the broad standard was at that moment being unfurled; + while the different battlements and towers arose majestically around. But + Wolsey's gaze rested chiefly upon the exquisite mausoleum lying + immediately beneath him; in which he had partly prepared for himself a + magnificent monument. A sharp pang shook him as he contemplated it, and he + cried aloud, “My very tomb will be wrested from me by this rapacious + monarch; and after all my care and all my cost, I know not where I shall + rest my bones!” + </p> + <p> + Saddened by the reflection, he descended to his chamber, and again threw + himself on the couch. + </p> + <p> + But Wolsey was not the only person in the castle who had passed a + sleepless night. Of the host of his enemies many had been kept awake by + the anticipation of his downfall on the morrow; and among these was Anne + Boleyn, who had received an assurance from the king that her enmity should + at length be fully gratified. + </p> + <p> + At the appointed hour, the two cardinals, proceeded to the royal lodgings. + They were detained for some time in the ante-chamber, where Wolsey was + exposed to the taunts and sneers of the courtiers, who had lately so + servilely fawned upon him. At length, they were ushered into the presence + chamber, at the upper end of which beneath a canopy emblazoned with the + royal arms woven in gold, sat Henry, with Anne Boleyn on his right hand. + At the foot of the throne stood Will Sommers, and near him the Dukes of + Richmond and Suffolk. Norfolk, Rochford, and a number of other nobles, all + open enemies of Wolsey, were also present. Henry watched the advance of + the cardinals with a stern look, and after they had made an obeisance to + him, he motioned them to rise. + </p> + <p> + “You have sought an interview with me, my lords,” he said, with suppressed + rage. “What would you?” + </p> + <p> + “We have brought an instrument to you, my liege,” said Wolsey, “which has + just been received from his holiness the Pope.” + </p> + <p> + “Declare its nature,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “It is a citation,” replied Wolsey, “enjoining your high ness to appear by + attorney in the papal court, under a penalty of ten thousand ducats.” + </p> + <p> + And he presented a parchment, stamped with the great seal of Rome, to the + king, who glanced his eye fiercely over it, and then dashed it to the + ground, with an explosion of fury terrible to hear and to witness. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! by Saint George!” he cried; “am I as nothing, that the Pope dares to + insult me thus?” + </p> + <p> + “It is a mere judicial form your majesty,” interposed Campeggio, “and is + chiefly sent by his holiness to let you know we have no further + jurisdiction in the matter of the divorce.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take care you have not, nor his holiness either,” roared the king. + “By my father's head, he shall find I will be no longer trifled with.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my liege,” cried Campeggio. + </p> + <p> + “Peace!” cried the king. “I will hear no apologies nor excuses. The insult + has been offered, and cannot be effaced. As for you, Wolsey—” + </p> + <p> + “Sire!” exclaimed the cardinal, shrinking before the whirlwind of passion, + which seemed to menace his utter extermination. + </p> + <p> + “As for you, I say,” pursued Henry, extending his hand towards him, while + his eyes flashed fire, “who by your outrageous pride have so long + overshadowed our honour—who by your insatiate avarice and appetite + for wealth have oppressed our subjects—who by your manifold acts of + bribery and extortion have impoverished our realm, and by your cruelty and + partiality have subverted the due course of justice and turned it to your + ends—the time is come when you shall receive due punishment for your + offences.” + </p> + <p> + “You wrong me, my dear liege,” cried Wolsey abjectly. “These are the + accusations of my enemies. Grant me a patient hearing, and I will explain + all.” + </p> + <p> + “I would not sharpen the king's resentment against you, lord cardinal,” + said Anne Boleyn, “for it is keen enough; but I cannot permit you to say + that these charges are merely hostile. Those who would support the king's + honour and dignity must desire to see you removed from his counsels.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to take thy place, lord cardinal,” said Will Sommers; “and + will exchange my bauble for thy chancellor's mace, and my fool's cap for + thy cardinal's hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Peace!” thundered the king. “Stand not between me and the object of my + wrath. Your accusers are not one but many, Wolsey; nay, the whole of my + people cry out for justice against you. And they shall have it. But you + shall hear the charges they bring. Firstly, contrary to our prerogative, + and for your own advancement and profit, you have obtained authority + legatine from the Pope; by which authority you have not only spoiled and + taken away their substance from many religious houses, but have usurped + much of our own jurisdiction. You have also made a treaty with the King of + France for the Pope without our consent, and concluded another friendly + treaty with the Duke of Ferrara, under our great seal, and in our name, + without our warrant. And furthermore you have presumed to couple yourself + with our royal self in your letters and instructions, as if you were on an + equality with us.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ha! 'The king and I would have you do thus!' 'The king and I give you + our hearty thanks!' Ran it not so, cardinal?” cried Will Sommers. “You + will soon win the cap and bells.” + </p> + <p> + “In exercise of your legatine authority,” pursued the king, “you have + given away benefices contrary to our crown and dignity, for the which you + are in danger of forfeiture of your lands and goods.” + </p> + <p> + “A premunire, cardinal,” cried Will Sommers. “A premunire!—ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “Then it has been your practice to receive all the ambassadors to our + court first at your own palace,” continued Henry, “to hear their charges + and intentions, and to instruct them as you might see fit. You have also + so practised that all our letters sent from beyond sea have first come to + your own hands, by which you have acquainted yourself with their contents, + and compelled us and our council to follow your devices. You have also + written to all our ambassadors abroad in your own name concerning our + affairs, without our authority; and received letters in return from them + by which you have sought to compass your own purposes. By your ambition + and pride you have undone many of our poor subjects; have suppressed + religious houses, and received their possessions; have seized upon the + goods of wealthy spiritual men deceased; constrained all ordinaries yearly + to compound with you; have gotten riches for yourself and servants by + subversion of the laws, and by abuse of your authority in causing divers + pardons of the Pope to be suspended until you, by promise of a yearly + pension, chose to revive them; and also by crafty and untrue tales have + sought to create dissention among our nobles.” + </p> + <p> + “That we can all avouch for,” cried Suffolk. “It was never merry in + England while there were cardinals among us.” + </p> + <p> + “Of all men in England your grace should be the last to say so,” rejoined + Wolsey; “for if I had not been cardinal, you would not have had a head + upon your shoulders to utter the taunt.” + </p> + <p> + “No more of this!” cried the king. “You have misdemeaned yourself in our + court by keeping up as great state in our absence as if we had been there + in person, and presumptuously have dared to join and imprint your badge, + the cardinal's hat, under our arms, graven on our coins struck at York. + And lastly, whenever in open Parliament allusion hath been made to + heresies and erroneous sects, you have failed to correct and notice them, + to the danger of the whole body of good and Christian people of this our + realm.” + </p> + <p> + “This last charge ought to win me favour in the eyes of one who professes + the Opinions of Luther,” said Wolsey to Anne. “But I deny it, as I do all + the rest.” + </p> + <p> + “I will listen to no defence, Wolsey,” replied the king. “I will make you + a terrible example to others how they offend us and our laws hereafter.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not condemn me unheard!” cried the cardinal, prostrating himself. + </p> + <p> + “I have heard too much, and I will hear no more!” cried the king fiercely. + “I dismiss you from my presence for ever. If you are innocent, as you + aver, justice will be done you.. If you are guilty, as I believe you to + be, look not for leniency from me, for I will show you none.” And, seating + himself, he turned to Anne, and said, in a low tone, “Are you content, + sweetheart?” + </p> + <p> + “I am,” she replied. “I shall not now break my vow. False cardinal,” she + added aloud, “your reign is at an end.” + </p> + <p> + “Your own may not be much longer, madam,” rejoined Wolsey bitterly. “The + shadow of the axe,” he added, pointing to the reflection of a partisan on + the floor, “is at your feet. Ere long it may rise to the head.” + </p> + <p> + And, accompanied by Campeggio, he slowly quitted the presence-chamber. + </p> + <p> + THUS ENDS THE FOURTH BOOK OF THE CHRONICLE OF WINDSOR CASTLE <a + name="link2H_4_0043" id="link2H_4_0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK V. MABEL LYNDWOOD + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0044" id="link2H_4_0044"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How the Earl of Surrey and the Fair Geraldine met in King + James's Bower in the Moat—And how they were surprised by + the Duke of Richmond. +</pre> + <p> + IN order to preserve unbroken the chain of events with which the last book + of this chronicle concluded, it was deemed expedient to disturb the unity + of time, so far as it related to some of the less important characters; + and it will now be necessary, therefore, to return to the middle of June, + when the Earl of Surrey's term of captivity was drawing to a close. + </p> + <p> + As the best means of conquering the anxiety produced by the vision + exhibited to him by Herne, increased as it was by the loss of the relic he + had sustained at the same time, the earl had devoted himself to incessant + study, and for a whole month he remained within his chamber. The + consequence of his unremitting application was that, though he succeeded + in his design and completely regained his tranquillity, his strength gave + way under the effort, and he was confined for some days to his couch by a + low fever. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was sufficiently recovered to venture forth, he mounted to + the summit of the Round Tower, in the hope that a walk round its breezy + battlements might conduce to his restoration to health. The day was bright + and beautiful, and a gentle wind was stirring; and as Surrey felt the + breath of heaven upon his cheek, and gazed upon the glorious. prospect + before him, he wondered that his imprisonment had not driven him mad. + Everything around him, indeed, was calculated to make the sense of + captivity painful. The broad and beautiful meads, stretching out beneath + him, seemed to invite a ramble over them; the silver river courted a + plunge into its waves, the woods an hour's retirement into their shady + recesses, The bells of Eton College rang out merrily, but their sound + saddened rather than elated him. The road between Eton and Windsor, then + marked by straggling cottages with gardens between them, with here and + there a dwelling of a better kind, was thronged with herds of cattle and + their drivers, for a fair was held that day in the town of Windsor, to + which they were hastening. Then there were country maidens and youthful + hinds in their holiday apparel, trooping towards the bridge. Booths were + erected, near which, in the Brocas meads, the rustic sports of wrestling, + running, and casting the bar were going forward, while numbers of boats + shot to and fro upon the river, and strains of music proceeded from a + large gilt barge moored to its banks. Nearer, and in the broad green plain + lying beneath the north terrace, were a company of archers shooting at the + butts. But these sights, instead of affording pleasure to Surrey, only + sharpened the anguish of his feelings by the contrast they offered to his + present position. + </p> + <p> + To distract his thoughts, he quitted the near view, and let his eye run + along the edge of the horizon, until it rested upon a small speck, which + he knew to be the lofty spire of Saint Paul's Cathedral. If, as he + supposed, the Fair Geraldine was in attendance upon Anne Boleyn, at the + palace at Bridewell, she must be under the shadow of this very spire; and + the supposition, whether correct or not, produced such quick and stifling + emotions, that the tears rushed to his eyes. + </p> + <p> + Ashamed of his weakness, he turned to the other side of the tower, and + bent his gaze upon the woody heights of the great park. These recalled + Herne the Hunter; and burning with resentment at the tricks practised upon + him by the demon, he determined that the first use he would make of his + liberty should be to seek out, and, if possible, effect the capture of + this mysterious being. Some of the strange encounters between Herne and + the king had been related to him by the officer on guard at the Norman + Tower but these only served as stimulants to the adventure. After a couple + of hours thus passed on the keep, he descended refreshed and invigorated. + The next day he was there again, and the day after that; when, feeling + that his restoration was well nigh complete, he requested permission to + pass the following evening in the dry moat of the donjon. And this was + readily accorded him. + </p> + <p> + Covered with green sod, and shaded by many tall trees growing out of the + side of the artificial mound on which the keep was built, the fosse + offered all the advantages of a garden to the prisoners who were allowed + to take exercise within it. Here, as has been mentioned, King James the + First of Scotland first beheld, from the battlements above, the lovely + Jane Beaufort take her solitary walk, and by his looks and gestures + contrived to make her sensible of the passion with which she inspired him; + and here at last, in an arbour which, for the sake of the old and + delightful legend connected with it, was kept up at the time of this + chronicle, and then bore the name of the royal poet, they had secretly + met, and interchanged their vows of affection. + </p> + <p> + Familiar with the story, familiar also with the poetic strains to which + the monarch's passion gave birth, Surrey could not help comparing his own + fate with that of the illustrious captive who had visited the spot before + him. Full of such thoughts, he pensively tracked the narrow path winding + between the grassy banks of the fosse—now casting up his eyes to the + keep—now looking towards the arbour, and wishing that he had been + favoured with such visitings as lightened the captivity of the Scottish + king. At last, he sought the bower—a charming little nest of green + leaves and roses, sheltering a bench which seemed only contrived for + lovers—and taking out his tablets, began to trace within them some + stanzas of that exquisite poem which has linked his name for ever with the + Round Tower. Thus occupied, the time stole on insensibly, and he was not + aware that he had over-stayed the limits allowed him, till he was aroused + by the voice of the officer, who came to summon him back to his prison. + </p> + <p> + “You will be removed to your old lodging, in the Round Tower, to-morrow + night, my lord,” said the officer. + </p> + <p> + “For what reason?” demanded the earl, as he followed his conductor up the + steep side of the mound. But receiving no reply, he did not renew the + inquiry. + </p> + <p> + Entering a door in the covered way at the head of the flight of steps + communicating with the Norman Tower, they descended them in silence. Just + as they reached the foot of this long staircase, the earl chanced to cast + back his eyes, and, to his inexpressible astonishment, perceived on the + landing at the head of the steps, and just before the piece of ordnance + commanding the ascent, the figure of Herne the Hunter. + </p> + <p> + Before he could utter an exclamation, the figure retreated through the + adjoining archway. Telling the officer what he had seen, Surrey would fain + have gone in quest of the fiendish spy; but the other would not permit + him; and affecting to treat the matter as a mere creation of fancy, he + hurried the earl to his chamber in the Curfew Tower. + </p> + <p> + The next day, Surrey was removed betimes to the Round Tower, and the cause + of the transfer was soon explained by the discharge of ordnance, the + braying of trumpets and the rolling of drums, announcing the arrival of + the king. From the mystery observed towards him, Surrey was led to the + conclusion that the Fair Geraldine accompanied the royal party; but he in + vain sought to satisfy himself of the truth of the surmise by examining, + through the deep embrasure of his window, the cavalcade that soon + afterwards entered the upper quadrangle. Amid the throng of beautiful + dames surrounding Anne Boleyn he could not be certain that he detected the + Fair Geraldine; but he readily distinguished the Duke of Richmond among + the nobles, and the sight awakened a pang of bitter jealousy in his + breast. + </p> + <p> + The day wore away slowly, for he could not fix his attention upon his + books, neither was he allowed to go forth upon the battlements of the + tower. In the evening, however, the officer informed him he might take + exercise within the dry moat if he was so inclined, and he gladly availed + himself of the permission. + </p> + <p> + After pacing to and fro along the walk for a short time, he entered the + arbour, and was about to throw himself upon the bench, when he observed a + slip of paper lying upon it. He took it up, and found a few lines traced + upon it in hurried characters. They ran thus:—“The Fair Geraldine + arrived this morning in the castle. If the Earl of Surrey desires to meet + her, he will find her within this arbour at midnight.” + </p> + <p> + This billet was read and re-read by the young earl with feelings of + indescribable transport; but a little reflection damped his ardour, and + made him fear it might be a device to ensnare him. There was no certainty + that the note proceeded in any way from the Fair Geraldine, nor could he + even be sure that she was in the castle. Still, despite these misgivings, + the attraction was too powerful to be resisted, and he turned over the + means of getting out of his chamber, but the scheme seemed wholly + impracticable. The window was at a considerable height above the ramparts + of the keep, and even if he could reach them, and escape the notice of the + sentinels, he should have to make a second descent into the fosse. And + supposing all this accomplished how was he to return? The impossibility of + answering this latter mental interrogation compelled him to give up all + idea of the attempt. + </p> + <p> + On returning to his prison-chamber, he stationed himself at the embrasure + overlooking the ramparts, and listened to the regular tread of the + sentinel below, half resolved, be the consequences what they might, to + descend. As the appointed time approached, his anxiety became almost + intolerable, and quitting the window, he began to pace hurriedly to and + fro within the chamber, which, as has been previously observed, partook of + the circular form of the keep, and was supported in certain places by + great wooden pillars and cross-beams. But instead of dissipating his + agitation, his rapid movements seemed rather to increase it, and at last, + wrought to a pitch of uncontrollable excitement, he cried aloud— “If + the fiend were to present himself now, and offer to lead me to her, I + would follow him.” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely were the words uttered than a hollow laugh broke from the farther + end of the chamber, and a deep voice exclaimed—“I am ready to take + you to her.” “I need not ask who addresses me,” said Surrey, after a + pause, and straining his eyes to distinguish the figure of the speaker in + the gloom. + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you who I am,” rejoined the other. “I am he who visited you + once before—who showed you a vision of the Fair Geraldine—and + carried off your vaunted relic—ho! ho!” + </p> + <p> + “Avoid thee, false fiend!” rejoined Surrey, “thou temptest me now in + vain.” + </p> + <p> + “You have summoned me,” returned Herne; “and I will not be dismissed. I am + ready to convey you to your mistress, who awaits you in King James's + bower, and marvels at your tardiness.” + </p> + <p> + “And with what design dost thou offer me this service?” demanded Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “It will be time enough to put that question when I make any condition,” + replied Herne. “Enough, I am willing to aid you. Will you go?” + </p> + <p> + “Lead on!” replied Surrey, marching towards him. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly, Herne drew a lantern from beneath the cloak in which he was + wrapped, and threw its light on a trap-door lying open at his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Descend!” + </p> + <p> + Surrey hesitated a moment, and then plunged down the steps. In another + instant the demon followed. Some hidden machinery was then set in motion, + and the trap-door returned to its place. At length, Surrey arrived at a + narrow passage, which appeared to correspond in form with the bulwarks of + the keep. Here Herne passed him, and taking the lead, hurried along the + gallery and descended another flight of steps, which brought them to a + large vault, apparently built in the foundation of the tower. Before the + earl had time to gaze round this chamber, the demon masked the lantern, + and taking his hand, drew him through a narrow passage, terminated by a + small iron door, which flew open at a touch, and they emerged among the + bushes clothing the side of the mound. + </p> + <p> + “You can now proceed without my aid,” said Herne: “but take care not to + expose yourself to the sentinels.” + </p> + <p> + Keeping under the shade of the trees, for the moon was shining brightly, + Surrey hastened towards the arbour, and as he entered it, to his + inexpressible delight found that he had not been deceived, but that the + Fair Geraldine was indeed there. + </p> + <p> + “How did you contrive this meeting?” she cried, after their first + greetings had passed. “And how did you learn I was in the castle, for the + strictest instructions were given that the tidings should not reach you.” + </p> + <p> + The only response made by Surrey was to press her lily hand devotedly to + his lips. + </p> + <p> + “I should not have ventured hither,” pursued the Fair Geraldine, “unless + you had sent me the relic as a token. I knew you would never part with it, + and I therefore felt sure there was no deception.” + </p> + <p> + “But how did you get here?” inquired Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “Your messenger provided a rope-ladder, by which I descended into the + moat,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + Surrey was stupefied. + </p> + <p> + “You seem astonished at my resolution,” she continued; “and, indeed, I am + surprised at it myself; but I could not overcome my desire to see you, + especially as this meeting may be our last. The king, through the Lady + Anne Boleyn, has positively enjoined me to think no more of you and has + given your father, the Duke of Norfolk, to understand that your marriage + without the royal assent will be attended by the loss of all the favour he + now enjoys.” + </p> + <p> + “And think you I will submit to such tyranny?” cried Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” replied the Fair Geraldine in a mournful tone, “I feel we shall + never be united. This conviction, which has lately forced itself upon my + mind, has not made me love you less, though it has in some degree altered + my feelings towards you.” + </p> + <p> + “But I may be able to move the king,” cried Surrey. “I have some claim + besides that of kindred on the Lady Anne Boleyn—and she will obtain + his consent.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not trust to her,” replied the Fair Geraldine. “You may have rendered + her an important service, but be not too sure of a return. No, Surrey, I + here release you from the troth you plighted to me in the cloisters.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not be released from it!” cried the earl hastily; “neither will I + release you. I hold the pledge as sacred and as binding as if we had been + affianced together before Heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “For your own sake, do not say so, my dear lord,” rejoined the Fair + Geraldine; “I beseech you, do not. That your heart is bound to me now, I + well believe—and that you could become inconstant I will not permit + myself to suppose. But your youth forbids an union between us for many + years; and if during that time you should behold some fairer face than + mine, or should meet some heart you may conceive more loving—though + that can hardly be—I would not have a hasty vow restrain you. Be + free, then—free at least for three years—and if at the end of + that time your affections are still unchanged, I am willing you should + bind yourself to me for ever.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot act with equal generosity to you,” rejoined Surrey in a tone of + deep disappointment. “I would sooner part with life than relinquish the + pledge I have received from you. But I am content that my constancy should + be put to the test you propose. During the long term of my probation, I + will shrink from no trial of faith. Throughout Europe I will proclaim your + beauty in the lists, and will maintain its supremacy against all comers. + But, oh! sweet Geraldine, since we have met in this spot, hallowed by the + loves of James of Scotland and Jane Beaufort, let us here renew our vows + of eternal constancy, and agree to meet again at the time you have + appointed, with hearts as warm and loving as those we bring together now.” + </p> + <p> + And as he spoke he drew her towards him, and imprinted a passionate kiss + on her lips. + </p> + <p> + “Let that ratify the pledge,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! ho!” laughed a deep voice without. + </p> + <p> + “What was that?” demanded the Fair Geraldine in a tone of alarm. + </p> + <p> + “You have the relic, have you not?” inquired the earl in a low tone. + </p> + <p> + “No!” she replied, “your messenger merely showed it to me. But why do you + ask? Ah! I understand. The fiendish laughter that just now sounded in my + ears proceeded from—” + </p> + <p> + “Herne the Hunter,” replied Surrey, in a whisper. “But fear nothing. I + will defend you with my life. Ah! accursed chance! I have no weapon.” + </p> + <p> + “None would avail against him,” murmured the Fair Geraldine. “Lead me + forth; I shall die if I stay here.” + </p> + <p> + Supporting her in his arms, Surrey complied, but they had scarcely gained + the entrance of the arbour, when a tall figure stood before them. It was + the Duke of Richmond. A gleam of moonlight penetrating through the leaves, + fell upon the group, and rendered them distinctly visible to each other. + </p> + <p> + “Soh!” exclaimed the duke, after regarding the pair in silence for a + moment, “I have not been misinformed. You have contrived a meeting here.” + </p> + <p> + “Richmond,” said Surrey sternly, “we once were dear and loving friends, + and we are still honourable foes. I know that I am safe with you. I know + you will breathe no word about this meeting, either to the Fair + Geraldine's prejudice or mine. + </p> + <p> + “You judge me rightly, my lord,” replied the duke, in a tone of equal + sternness. “I have no thought of betraying you; though, by a word to my + royal father, I could prevent all chance of future rivalry on your part. I + shall, however, demand a strict account from you on liberation.” + </p> + <p> + “Your grace acts as beseems a loyal gentleman,” replied Surrey. “Hereafter + I will not fail to account to you for my conduct in any way you please.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! let me interpose between you, my lords,” cried the Fair Geraldine, + “to prevent the disastrous consequences of this quarrel. I have already + told your grace I cannot love you, and that my heart is devoted to the + Earl of Surrey. Let me appeal to your noble nature—to your + generosity—not to persist in a hopeless suit.” + </p> + <p> + “You have conquered madam,” said the duke, after a pause. “I have been to + blame in this matter. But I will make amends for my error. Surrey, I + relinquish her to you.” + </p> + <p> + “My friend!” exclaimed the earl, casting himself into the duke's arms. + </p> + <p> + “I will now endeavour to heal the wounds I have unwittingly occasioned,” + said the Fair Geraldine. “I am surprised your grace should be insensible + to attractions so far superior to mine as those of the Lady Mary Howard.” + </p> + <p> + “The Lady Mary is very beautiful, I confess,” said the duke; “and if you + had not been in the way, I should assuredly have been her captive.” + </p> + <p> + “I ought not to betray the secret, perhaps,” hesitated the Fair Geraldine, + “but gratitude prompts me to do so. The lady is not so blind to your + grace's merits as I have been.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” exclaimed the duke. “If it be so, Surrey, we may yet be brothers + as well as friends.” + </p> + <p> + “And that it is so I can avouch, Richmond,” rejoined the earl, “for I am + in my sister's secret as well as the Fair Geraldine. But now that this + explanation has taken place, I must entreat your grace to conduct the Fair + Geraldine back to her lodgings, while I regain, the best way I can, my + chamber in the Round Tower.” + </p> + <p> + “I marvel how you escaped from it,” said Richmond; “but I suppose it was + by the connivance of the officer.” + </p> + <p> + “He who set me free—who brought the Fair Geraldine hither—and + who, I suspect, acquainted you with our meeting, was no other than Herne + the Hunter,” replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “You amaze me!” exclaimed the duke; “it was indeed a tall dark man, + muffled in a cloak, who informed me that you were to meet at midnight in + King James's bower in the moat, and I therefore came to surprise you.” + </p> + <p> + “Your informant was Herne,” replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “Right!” exclaimed the demon, stepping from behind a tree, where he had + hitherto remained concealed; “it was I—I, Herne the Hunter. And I + contrived the meeting in anticipation of a far different result from that + which has ensued. But I now tell you, my lord of Surrey, that it is idle + to indulge a passion for the Fair Geraldine. You will never wed her.” + </p> + <p> + “False fiend, thou liest!” cried Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “Time will show,” replied Herne. “I repeat, you will wed another—and + more, I tell you, you are blinder than Richmond has shown himself—for + the most illustrious damsel in the kingdom has regarded you with eyes of + affection, and yet you have not perceived it.” + </p> + <p> + “The Princess Mary?” demanded Richmond. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, the Princess Mary,” repeated Herne. “How say you now, my lord?—will + you let ambition usurp the place of love?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Surrey. “But I will hold no further converse with thee. Thou + wouldst tempt to perdition. Hence, fiend!” + </p> + <p> + “Unless you trust yourself to my guidance, you will never reach your + chamber,” rejoined Herne, with a mocking laugh. “The iron door in the + mound cannot be opened on this side, and you well know what the + consequence of a discovery will be. Come, or I leave you to your fate.” + And he moved down the path on the right. + </p> + <p> + “Go with him, Surrey,” cried Richmond. + </p> + <p> + Pressing the Fair Geraldine to his breast, the Earl committed her to the + charge of his friend, and tearing himself away, followed the steps of the + demon. He had not proceeded far when he heard his name pronounced by a + voice issuing from the tree above him. Looking up, he saw Herne in one of + the topmost branches, and at a sign, instantly climbed up to him. The + thick foliage screened them from observation, and Surrey concluded his + guide was awaiting the disappearance of the sentinel, who was at that + moment approaching the tree. But such apparently was not the other's + intentions; for the man had scarcely passed than Herne sprang upon the + ramparts, and the poor fellow turning at the sound, was almost scared out + of his senses at the sight of the dreaded fiend. Dropping his halbert, he + fell upon his face with a stifled cry Herne then motioned Surrey to + descend, and they marched together quickly to a low door opening into the + keep. Passing through it, and ascending a flight of steps, they stood upon + the landing at the top of the staircase communicating with the Norman + Tower, and adjoining the entrance to Surrey's chamber. + </p> + <p> + Apparently familiar with the spot, Herne took down a large key from a nail + in the wall, against which it hung, and unlocked the door. + </p> + <p> + “Enter,” he said to Surrey, “and do not forget the debt you owe to Herne + the Hunter.” + </p> + <p> + And as the earl stepped into the chamber, the door was locked behind him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0045" id="link2H_4_0045"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Sir Thomas Wyat found Mabel in the Sandstone Cave, and + what happened to him there +</pre> + <p> + A week after the foregoing occurrence, the Earl of Surrey was set free. + But his joy at regaining his liberty was damped by learning that the Fair + Geraldine had departed for Ireland. She had left the tenderest messages + for him with his sister, the Lady Mary Howard, accompanied with assurances + of unalterable attachment. + </p> + <p> + But other changes had taken place, which were calculated to afford him + some consolation. Ever since the night on which he had been told the Lady + Mary was not indifferent to him, Richmond had devoted himself entirely to + her; and matters had already proceeded so far, that he had asked her in + marriage of the Duke of Norfolk, who, after ascertaining the king's + pleasure on the subject, had gladly given his consent, and the youthful + pair were affianced to each other. Surrey and Richmond now became closer + friends than ever; and if, amid the thousand distractions of Henry's gay + and festive court, the young earl did not forget the Fair Geraldine, he + did not, at least, find the time hang heavily on his hands. + </p> + <p> + About a week after Wolsey's dismissal, while the court was still + sojourning at Windsor, Surrey proposed to Richmond to ride one morning + with him in the great park. The Duke willingly assented, and mounting + their steeds, they galloped towards Snow Hill, wholly unattended. While + mounting this charming ascent at a more leisurely pace, the earl said to + his companion, “I will now tell you why I proposed this ride to you, + Richmond. I have long determined to follow up the adventure of Herne the + Hunter, and I wish to confer with you about it, and ascertain whether you + are disposed to join me.” + </p> + <p> + “I know not what to say, Surrey,” replied the duke gravely, and speaking + in a low tone. “The king, my father, failed in his endeavours to expel the + demon, who still lords it in the forest.” + </p> + <p> + “The greater glory to us if we succeed,” said Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “I will take counsel with Lady Mary on the subject before I give an + answer,” rejoined Richmond. + </p> + <p> + “Then there is little doubt what your grace's decision will be,” laughed + Surrey. “To speak truth, it was the fear of your consulting her that made + me bring you here. What say you to a ride in the forest to-morrow night?” + </p> + <p> + “I have little fancy for it,” replied Richmond; “and if you will be ruled + by me, you will not attempt the enterprise yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “My resolution is taken,” said the earl; “but now, since we have reached + the brow of the hill, let us push forward to the lake.” + </p> + <p> + A rapid ride of some twenty minutes brought them to the edge of the lake, + and they proceeded along the verdant path leading to the forester's hut. + On arriving at the dwelling, it appeared wholly deserted, but they + nevertheless dismounted, and tying their horses to the trees at the back + of the cottage, entered it. While they were examining the lower room, the + plash of oars reached their ears, and rushing to the window, they descried + the skiff rapidly approaching the shore. A man was seated within it, whose + attire, though sombre, seemed to proclaim him of some rank, but as his + back was towards them, they could not discern his features. In another + instant the skiff touched the strand, and the rower leaping ashore, proved + to be Sir Thomas Wyat. On making this discovery they both ran out to him, + and the warmest greetings passed between them. When these were over, + Surrey expressed his surprise to Wyat at seeing him there, declaring he + was wholly unaware of his return from the court of France. + </p> + <p> + “I came back about a month ago,” said Wyat. “His majesty supposes me at + Allington; nor shall I return to court without a summons.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not sorry to hear it,” said Surrey; “but what are you doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “My errand is a strange and adventurous one,” replied Wyat. “You may have + heard that before I departed for France I passed some days in the forest + in company with Herne the Hunter. What then happened to me I may not + disclose; but I vowed never to rest till I have freed this forest from the + weird being who troubles it.” + </p> + <p> + “Say you so?” cried Surrey; “then you are most fortunately encountered, + Sir Thomas, for I myself, as Richmond will tell you, am equally bent upon + the fiend's expulsion. We will be companions in the adventure.” + </p> + <p> + “We will speak of that anon,” replied Wyat. “I was sorry to find this + cottage uninhabited, and the fair damsel who dwelt within it, when I + beheld it last, gone. What has become of her? + </p> + <p> + “It is a strange story,” said Richmond. And he proceeded to relate all + that was known to have befallen Mabel. + </p> + <p> + Wyat listened with profound attention to the recital, and at its close, + said, “I think I can find a clue to this mystery, but to obtain it I must + go alone. Meet me here at midnight to-morrow, and I doubt not we shall be + able to accomplish our design.” + </p> + <p> + “May I not ask for some explanation of your scheme?” said Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” rejoined Wyat. “But I will freely confess to you that there is + much danger in the enterprise—danger that I would not willingly any + one should share with me, especially you, Surrey, to whom I owe so much. + If you do not find me here, therefore, to-morrow night, conclude that I + have perished, or am captive.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, be it as you will, Wyat,” said Surrey; “but I would gladly + accompany you, and share your danger.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it, and I thank you,” returned Wyat, warmly grasping the other's + hand; “but much—nay, all—may remain to be done to-morrow + night. You had better bring some force with you, for we may need it.” + </p> + <p> + “I will bring half a dozen stout archers,” replied Surrey—“and if + you come not, depend upon it, I will either release you or avenge you.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not intend to prosecute this adventure further,” said Richmond; + “but since you are both resolved to embark in it, I will not desert you.” + </p> + <p> + Soon after this, the friends separated,—Surrey and Richmond taking + horse and returning to the castle, discoursing on the unlooked—for + meeting with Wyat, while the latter again entered the skiff, and rowed + down the lake. As soon as the hut was clear, two persons descended the + steps of a ladder leading to a sort of loft in the roof, and sprang upon + the floor of the hut. + </p> + <p> + “Ho! ho! Ho!” laughed the foremost, whose antlered helm and wild garb + proclaimed him to be Herne; “they little dreamed who were the hearers of + their conference. So they think to take me, Fenwolf—ha!” + </p> + <p> + “They know not whom they have to deal with,” rejoined the latter. + </p> + <p> + “They should do so by this time,” said Herne; “but I will tell thee why + Sir Thomas Wyat has undertaken this enterprise. It is not to capture me, + though that may be one object that moves him. But he wishes to see Mabel + Lyndwood. The momentary glimpse he caught of her bright eyes was + sufficient to inflame him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” exclaimed Fenwolf, “think you so?” + </p> + <p> + “I am assured of it,” replied Herne. “He knows the secret of the cave, and + will find her there.” + </p> + <p> + “But he will never return to tell what he has seen,” said Fenwolf moodily. + </p> + <p> + “I know not that,” replied Herne. “I have my own views respecting him. I + want to renew my band.” + </p> + <p> + “He will never join you,” rejoined Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “What if I offer him Mabel as a bait?” said Herne. + </p> + <p> + “You will not do so, dread master?” rejoined Fenwolf, trembling and + turning pale. “She belongs to me.” + </p> + <p> + “To thee, fool!” cried Herne, with a derisive laugh. “Thinkest thou I + would resign such a treasure to thee? No, no. But rest easy, I will not + give her to Wyat.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean her for yourself, then?” said Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “Darest thou to question me?” cried Herne, striking him with the hand + armed with the iron gyves. “This to teach thee respect.” + </p> + <p> + And this to prove whether thou art mortal or rejoined Fenwolf, plucking + his hunting-knife from his belt, and striking it with all his force + against the other's breast. But though surely and forcibly dealt, the blow + glanced off as if the demon were cased in steel, and the intended assassin + fell back in amazement, while an unearthly laugh rang in his ears. Never + had Fenwolf seen Herne wear so formidable a look as he at that moment + assumed. His giant frame dilated, his eyes flashed fire, and the + expression of his countenance was so fearful that Fenwolf shielded his + eyes with his hands. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, miserable dog!” thundered Herne; “dost thou think I am to be hurt by + mortal hands, or mortal weapons? Thy former experience should have taught + thee differently. But since thou hast provoked it, take thy fate!” + </p> + <p> + Uttering these words, he seized Fenwolf by the throat, clutching him with + a terrific gripe, and in a few seconds the miserable wretch would have + paid the penalty of his rashness, if a person had not at the moment + appeared at the doorway. Flinging his prey hastily backwards, Herne turned + at the interruption, and perceived old Tristram Lyndwood, who looked + appalled at what he beheld. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, it is thou, Tristram?” cried Herne; “thou art just in time to witness + the punishment of this rebellious hound.” + </p> + <p> + “Spare him, dread master! oh, spare him!” cried Tristram imploringly. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Herne, gazing at the half-strangled caitiff, “he may live. He + will not offend again. But why hast thou ventured from thy hiding-place, + Tristram?” + </p> + <p> + “I came to inform you that I have just observed a person row across the + lake in the skiff,” replied the old man. “He appears to be taking the + direction of the secret entrance to the cave.” + </p> + <p> + “It is Sir Thomas Wyat,” replied Herne, “I am aware of his proceedings. + Stay with Fenwolf till he is able to move, and then proceed with him to + the cave. But mark me, no violence must be done to Wyat if you find him + there. Any neglect of my orders in this respect will be followed by severe + punishment. I shall be at the cave ere long; but, meanwhile, I have other + business to transact.” + </p> + <p> + And quitting the hut, he plunged into the wood. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Sir Thomas Wyat, having crossed the lake, landed, and fastened + the skiff to a tree, struck into the wood, and presently reached the open + space in which lay the secret entrance to the cave. He was not long in + finding the stone, though it was so artfully concealed by the brushwood + that it would have escaped any uninstructed eye, and removing it, the + narrow entrance to the cave was revealed. + </p> + <p> + Committing himself to the protection of Heaven, Wyat entered, and having + taken the precaution of drawing the stone after him, which was easily + accomplished by a handle fixed to the inner side of it, he commenced the + descent. At first, he had to creep along, but the passage gradually got + higher, until at length, on reaching the level ground, he was able to + stand upright. There was no light to guide him, but by feeling against the + sides of the passage, he found that he was in the long gallery he had + formerly threaded. Uncertain which way to turn, he determined to trust to + chance for taking the right direction, and drawing his sword, proceeded + slowly to the right. + </p> + <p> + For some time he encountered no obstacle, neither could he detect the + slightest sound, but he perceived that the atmosphere grew damp, and that + the sides of the passage were covered with moisture. Thus warned, he + proceeded with great caution, and presently found, after emerging into a + more open space, and striking off on the left, that he had arrived at the + edge of the pool of water which he knew lay at the end of the large + cavern. + </p> + <p> + While considering how he should next proceed, a faint gleam of light + became visible at the upper end of the vault. Changing his position, for + the pillars prevented him from seeing the source of the glimmer, he + discovered that it issued from a lamp borne by a female hand, who he had + no doubt was Mabel. On making this discovery, he sprang forwards, and + called to her, but instantly repented his rashness, for as he uttered the + cry the light was extinguished. + </p> + <p> + Wyat was now completely at a loss how to proceed. He was satisfied that + Mabel was in the vault; but in what way to guide himself to her retreat he + could not tell, and it was evident she herself would not assist him. + Persuaded, however, if he could but make himself known, he should no + longer be shunned, he entered one of the lateral passages, and ever and + anon, as he proceeded, repeated Mabel's name in a low, soft tone. The + stratagem was successful. Presently he heard a light footstep approaching + him, and a gentle voice inquired—“Who calls me?” + </p> + <p> + “A friend,” replied Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Your name?” she demanded. + </p> + <p> + “You will not know me if I declare myself, Mabel,” he replied, “but I am + called Sir Thomas Wyat.” + </p> + <p> + “The name is well known to me,” she replied, in trembling tones; “and I + have seen you once—at my grandfather's cottage. But why have you + come here? Do you know where you are? + </p> + <p> + “I know that I am in the cave of Herne the Hunter,” replied Wyat; “and one + of my motives for seeking it was to set you free. But there is nothing to + prevent your flight now.” + </p> + <p> + “Alas! there is,” she replied. “I am chained here by bonds I cannot break. + Herne has declared that any attempt at escape on my part shall be followed + by the death of my grandsire. And he does not threaten idly, as no doubt + you know. Besides, the most terrible vengeance would fall on my own head. + No,—I cannot—dare not fly. But let us not talk in the dark. + Come with me to procure a light. Give me your hand, and I will lead you to + my cell.” + </p> + <p> + Taking the small, trembling hand offered him, Wyat followed his + conductress down the passage. A few steps brought them to a door, which + she pushed aside, and disclosed a small chamber, hewn out of the rock, in + a recess of which a lamp was burning. Lighting the lamp which she had + recently extinguished, she placed it on a rude table. + </p> + <p> + “Have you been long a prisoner here?” asked Wyat, fixing his regards upon + her countenance, which, though it had lost somewhat of its bloom, had + gained much in interest and beauty. + </p> + <p> + “For three months, I suppose,” she replied; “but I am not able to + calculate the lapse of time. It has seemed very—very long. Oh that I + could behold the sun again, and breathe the fresh, pure air! + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, and you shall do so,” rejoined Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “I have told you I cannot fly,” she answered. “I cannot sacrifice my + grandsire.” + </p> + <p> + “But if he is leagued with this demon he deserves the worst fate that can + befall him,” said Wyat. “You should think only of your own safety. What + can be the motive of your detention?” + </p> + <p> + “I tremble to think of it,” she replied; “but I fear that Herne has + conceived a passion for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then indeed you must fly,” cried Wyat; “such unhallowed love will tend to + perdition of soul and body.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh that there was any hope for me!” she ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + “There is hope,” replied Wyat. “I will protect you—will care for you—will + love you.” + </p> + <p> + “Love me!” exclaimed Mabel, a deep blush overspreading her pale features. + “You love another.” + </p> + <p> + “Absence has enabled me to overcome the vehemence of my passion,” replied + Wyat, “and I feel that my heart is susceptible of new emotions. But you, + maiden,” he added coldly, “you are captivated by the admiration of the + king.” + </p> + <p> + “My love, like yours, is past,” she answered, with a faint smile; “but if + I were out of Herne's power I feel that I could love again, and far more + deeply than I loved before—for that, in fact, was rather the result + of vanity than of real regard.” + </p> + <p> + “Mabel,” said Wyat, taking her hand, and gazing into her eyes, “if I set + you free, will you love me?” + </p> + <p> + “I love you already,” she replied; “but if that could be, my whole life + should be devoted to you. Ha!” she exclaimed with a sudden change of tone, + “footsteps are approaching; it is Fenwolf. Hide yourself within that + recess.” + </p> + <p> + Though doubting the prudence of the course, Wyat yielded to her terrified + and imploring looks, and concealed himself in the manner she had + indicated. He was scarcely ensconed in the recess, when the door opened, + and Morgan Fenwolf stepped in, followed by her grandfather. Fenwolf gazed + suspiciously round the little chamber, and then glanced significantly at + old Tristram, but he made no remark. + </p> + <p> + “What brings you here?” demanded Mabel tremblingly. + </p> + <p> + “You are wanted in the cave,” said Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “I will follow you anon,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + “You must come at once,” rejoined Fenwolf authoritatively. “Herne will + become impatient.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this Mabel rose, and, without daring to cast a look towards the spot + where Wyat was concealed, quitted the cell with them. No sooner were they + all out, than Fenwolf, hastily shutting the door, turned the key in the + lock, and taking it out, exclaimed, “So we have secured you, Sir Thomas + Wyat. No fear of your revealing the secret of the cave now, or flying with + Mabel—ha! ha!” to here. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0046" id="link2H_4_0046"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In what manner Herne declared his Passion for Mabel. +</pre> + <p> + Utterly disregarding her cries and entreaties, Fenwolf dragged Mabel into + the great cavern, and forced her to take a seat on a bench near the spot + where a heap of ashes showed that the fire was ordinarily lighted. All + this while, her grandfather had averted his face from her, as if fearing + to meet her regards, and he now busied himself in striking a light and + setting fire to a pile of fagots and small logs of wood. + </p> + <p> + “I thought you told me Herne was here,” said Mabel in a tone of bitter + reproach, to Fenwolf, who seated himself beside her on the bench. + </p> + <p> + “He will be here ere long,” he replied sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do not detain Sir Thomas Wyat!” cried Mabel piteously; “do not + deliver him to your dread master! Do what you will with me—but let + him go.” + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you what I will do,” replied Fenwolf, in a low tone; “I will + set Sir Thomas at liberty, and run all risks of Herne's displeasure, if + you will promise to be mine.” + </p> + <p> + Mabel replied by a look of unutterable disgust. + </p> + <p> + “Then he will await Herne's coming where he is,” rejoined Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + Saying which he arose, and, pushing a table near the bench, took the + remains of a huge venison pasty and a loaf from a hutch standing on one + side of the cavern. + </p> + <p> + By this time Old Tristram, having succeeded in lighting the fire, placed + himself at the farther end of the table, and fell to work upon the viands + with Fenwolf. Mabel was pressed to partake of the repast, but she declined + the offer. A large stone bottle was next produced and emptied of its + contents by the pair, who seemed well contented with their regale. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Mabel was revolving the possibility of flight, and had more than + once determined to make an attempt, but fear restrained her. Her + grandsire, as has been stated, sedulously avoided her gaze, and turned a + deaf ear to her complaints and entreaties. But once, when Fenwolf's back + was turned, she caught him gazing at her with peculiar significance, and + then comprehended the meaning of his strange conduct. He evidently only + awaited an opportunity to assist her. + </p> + <p> + Satisfied of this, she became more tranquil, and about an hour having + elapsed, during which nothing was said by the party, the low winding of a + horn was heard, and Fenwolf started to his feet, exclaiming— + </p> + <p> + “It is Herne!” + </p> + <p> + The next moment the demon huntsman rode from one of the lateral passages + into the cave. He was mounted on a wild-looking black horse, with flowing + mane and tail, eyes glowing like carbuncles, and in all respects + resembling the sable steed he had lost in the forest. + </p> + <p> + Springing to the ground, he exchanged a few words with Fenwolf in a low + tone, and delivering his steed to him, with orders to take it to the + stable, signed to Tristram to go with him, and approached Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “So you have seen Sir Thomas Wyat, I find,” he said, in a stern tone. + </p> + <p> + Mabel made no answer, and did not even raise her eyes towards him. + </p> + <p> + “And he has told you he loves you, and has urged you to fly with him—ha?” + pursued Herne. + </p> + <p> + Mabel still did not dare to look up, but a deep blush overspread her + cheek. + </p> + <p> + “He was mad to venture hither,” continued Herne; “but having done so, he + must take the consequences.” + </p> + <p> + “You will not destroy him?” cried Mabel imploringly. + </p> + <p> + “He will perish by a hand as terrible as mine,” laughed Herne—“by + that of famine. He will never quit the dungeon alive unless—” + </p> + <p> + “Unless what?” gasped Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Unless he is leagued with me,” replied Herne. “And now let him pass, for + I would speak of myself. I have already told you that I love you, and am + resolved to make you mine. You shudder, but wherefore? It is a glorious + destiny to be the' bride of the wild hunter—the fiend who rules the + forest, and who, in his broad domain, is more powerful than the king. The + old forester, Robin Hood, had his maid Marian; and what was he compared to + me? He had neither my skill nor my power. Be mine, and you shall accompany + me on my midnight rides; shall watch the fleet stag dart over the + moonlight glade, or down the lengthened vista. You shall feel all the + unutterable excitement of the chase. You shall thread with me the tangled + grove, swim the river and the lake, and enjoy a thousand pleasures + hitherto unknown to you. Be mine, and I will make you mistress of all my + secrets, and compel the band whom I will gather round me to pay you + homage. Be mine, and you shall have power of life and death over them, as + if you were absolute queen. And from me, whom all fear, and all obey, you + shall have love and worship.” + </p> + <p> + “And he would have taken her hand; but she recoiled from horror. + </p> + <p> + “Though I now inspire you with terror and aversion,” pursued “the time + will come when you will love me as passionately as I was beloved by one of + whom you are the image.” + </p> + <p> + And she is dead? “asked Mabel, with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “Dead!” exclaimed Herne. “Thrice fifty years have flown since she dwelt + upon earth. The acorn which was shed in the forest has grown into a lusty + oak, while trees at that time in their pride have fallen and decayed away. + Dead!—yes, she has passed from all memory save mine, where she will + ever dwell. Generations of men have gone down to the grave since her time—a + succession of kings have lodged within the castle but I am still a denizen + of the forest. For crimes I then committed I am doomed to wander within + it, and I shall haunt it, unless released, till the crack of doom.” + </p> + <p> + “Liberate me!” cried Mabel; “liberate your other prisoner and we will pray + for your release.” + </p> + <p> + “No more of this!” cried Herne fiercely. “If you would not call down + instant and terrible punishment on your head—punishment that I + cannot avert, and must inflict—you will mention nothing sacred in my + hearing, and never allude to prayer, I am beyond the reach of salvation.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, say not so!” cried Mabel, in a tone of commiseration. “I will tell + you how my doom was accomplished,” rejoined Herne wildly. “To gain her of + whom I have just spoken, and who was already vowed to Heaven, I invoked + the powers of darkness. I proffered my soul to the Evil One if he would + secure her to me, and the condition demanded by him was that I should + become what I am—the fiend of the forest, with power to terrify and + to tempt, and with other more fearful and fatal powers besides.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” exclaimed Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “I grasped at the offer,” pursued Herne. “She I loved became mine. But she + was speedily snatched from me by death, and since then I have known no + human passion except hatred and revenge. I have dwelt in this forest, + sometimes alone, sometimes at the head of a numerous band, but always + exerting a baneful influence over mankind. At last, I saw the image of her + I loved again appear before me, and the old passion was revived within my + breast. Chance has thrown you in my way, and mine you shall be, Mabel.” + </p> + <p> + “I will die rather,” she replied, with a shudder. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot escape me,” rejoined He me, with a triumphant laugh; “you + cannot avoid your fate. But I want not to deal harshly with you. I love + you, and would win you rather by persuasion than by force. Consent to be + mine, then, and I give Wyat his life and liberty.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot—I cannot!” she replied. + </p> + <p> + “Not only do I offer you Wyat's life as the price of your compliance,” + persevered Herne; “but you shall have what ever else you may seek—jewels, + ornaments, costly attire, treasure—for of such I possess a goodly + store.” + </p> + <p> + “And of what use would they be to me here?” said Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “I will not always confine you to this cave,” replied Herne. “You shall go + where you please, and live as you please, but you must come to me whenever + I summon you.” + </p> + <p> + “And what of my grandsire?” she demanded. + </p> + <p> + “Tristram Lyndwood is no relative of yours,” replied Herne. “I will now + clear up the mystery that hangs over your birth. You are the offspring of + one who for years has exercised greater sway than the king within this + realm, but who is now disgraced and ruined, and nigh his end. His priestly + vows forbid him to own you, even if he desired to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Have I seen him?” demanded Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “You have,” replied Herne; “and he has seen you—and little did he + know when he sought you out, that he was essaying to maintain his own + power, and overturn that of another, by the dishonour of his daughter—though + if he had done so,” he added, with a scoffing laugh, “it might not have + restrained him.” + </p> + <p> + “I know whom you mean,” said Mabel. “And is it possible he can be my + father?” + </p> + <p> + “It is as I have told you,” replied Herne. “You now know my resolve. + To-morrow at midnight our nuptials shall take place.” + </p> + <p> + “Nuptials!” echoed Mabel. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, at that altar,” he cried, pointing to the Druid pile of stones; + “there you shall vow yourself to me and I to you, before terrible + witnesses. I shall have no fear that you will break your oath. Reflect + upon what I have said.” + </p> + <p> + With this he placed the bugle to his lips, blew a low call upon it, and + Fenwolf and Tristram immediately answering the summons, he whispered some + instructions to the former, and disappeared down one of the side passages. + </p> + <p> + Fenwolf's, deportment was now more sullen than before. In vain did Mabel + inquire from him what Herne was about to do with Sir Thomas Wyat. He + returned no answer, and at last, wearied by her importunity, desired her + to hold her peace. Just then, Tristram quitted the cavern for a moment, + when he instantly changed his manner, and 'said to her quickly, “I + overheard what passed between you and Herne. Consent to be mine, and I + will deliver you from him.” + </p> + <p> + “That were to exchange one evil for another,” she replied, “If you would + serve me, deliver Sir Thomas Wyat.” + </p> + <p> + “I will only deliver him on the terms I have mentioned,” replied Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + At this moment, Tristram returned, and the conversation ceased. + </p> + <p> + Fresh logs were then thrown on the fire by Fenwolf, and, at his request, + Tristram proceeded to a hole in the rock, which served as a sort of + larder, and brought from it some pieces of venison, which were broiled + upon the embers. + </p> + <p> + At the close of the repast, of which she sparingly partook, Mabel was + conducted by Morgan Fenwolf into a small chamber opening out of the great + cavern, which was furnished like the cell she had lately occupied, with a + small straw pallet. Leaving her a lamp, Fenwolf locked the door, and + placed the key in his girdle. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0047" id="link2H_4_0047"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Sir Thomas Wyat was visited by Herne in the Cell. +</pre> + <p> + Made aware by the clangour of the lock, and Fenwolf's exulting laughter, + of the snare in which he had been caught, Sir Thomas Wyat instantly sprang + from his hiding-place, and rushed to the door; but being framed of the + stoutest oak, and strengthened with plates of iron, it defied all his + efforts, nerved as they were by rage and despair, to burst it open. + Mabel's shrieks, as she was dragged away, reached his ears, and increased + his anguish; and he called out loudly to her companions to return, but his + vociferations were only treated with derision. + </p> + <p> + Finding it useless to struggle further, Wyat threw himself upon the bench, + and endeavoured to discover some means of deliverance from his present + hazardous position. He glanced round the cell to see whether there was any + other outlet than the doorway, but he could discern none, except a narrow + grated loophole opening upon the passage, and contrived, doubtless, for + the admission of air to the chamber. No dungeon could be more secure. + </p> + <p> + Raising the lamp, he examined every crevice, but all seemed solid stone. + The recess in which he had taken shelter proved to be a mere hollow in the + wall. In one corner lay a small straw pallet, which, no doubt, had formed + the couch of Mabel; and this, together with the stone bench and rude table + of the same material, constituted the sole furniture of the place. + </p> + <p> + Having taken this careful survey of the cell, Wyat again sat down upon the + bench with the conviction that escape was out of the question; and he + therefore endeavoured to prepare himself for the worst, for it was more + than probable he would be allowed to perish of starvation. To a fiery + nature like his, the dreadful uncertainty in which he was placed was more + difficult of endurance than bodily torture. And he was destined to endure + it long. Many hours flew by, during which nothing occurred to relieve the + terrible monotony of his situation. At length, in spite of his anxiety, + slumber stole upon him unawares; but it was filled with frightful visions. + </p> + <p> + How long he slept he knew not, but when he awoke, he found that the cell + must have been visited in the interval, for there was a manchet of bread, + part of a cold neck of venison, and a flask of wine on the table. It was + evident, therefore, that his captors did not mean to starve him, and + yielding to the promptings of appetite, he attacked the provisions, + determined to keep strict watch when his gaoler should next visit him. + </p> + <p> + The repast finished, he again examined the cell, but with no better + success than before; and he felt almost certain, from the position in + which the bench was placed, that the visitor had not found entrance + through the door. + </p> + <p> + After another long and dreary interval, finding that sleep was stealing + upon him fast, he placed the bench near the door, and leaned his back + against the latter, certain that in this position he should be awakened if + any one attempted to gain admittance in that way. His slumber was again + disturbed by fearful dreams; and he was at length aroused by a touch upon + the shoulder, while a deep voice shouted his own name in her ears. + </p> + <p> + Starting to his feet, and scarcely able to separate the reality from the + hideous phantasms that had troubled him, he found that the door was still + fastened, and the bench unremoved, while before him stood Herne the + Hunter. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome again to my cave, Sir Thomas Wyat!” cried the demon, with a + mocking laugh. “I told you, on the night of the attempt upon the king, + that though you escaped him, you would not escape me. And so it has come + to pass. You are now wholly in my power, body and soul—ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “I defy you, false fiend,” replied Wyat. “I was mad enough to proffer you + my soul on certain conditions; but they have never been fulfilled.” + </p> + <p> + “They may yet be so,” rejoined Herne. + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Wyat, “I have purged my heart from the fierce and unhallowed + passion that swayed it. I desire no assistance from you.” + </p> + <p> + “If you have changed your mind, that is nought to me,” rejoined the demon + derisively—“I shall hold you to your compact.” + </p> + <p> + “Again I say I renounce you, infernal spirit!” cried Wyat; “you may + destroy my body—but you can work no mischief to my soul.” + </p> + <p> + “You alarm yourself without reason, good Sir Thomas,” replied Herne, in a + slightly sneering tone. “I am not the malignant being you suppose me; + neither am I bent upon fighting the battles of the enemy of mankind + against Heaven. I may be leagued with the powers of darkness, but I have + no wish to aid them; and I therefore leave you to take care of your soul + in your own way. What I desire from you is your service while living. Now + listen to the conditions I have to propose. You must bind yourself by a + terrible oath, the slightest infraction of which shall involve the + perdition of the soul you are so solicitous to preserve, not to disclose + aught you may see, or that may be imparted to you here. You must also + swear implicit obedience to me in all things—to execute any secret + commissions, of whatever nature, I may give you—to bring associates + to my band—and to join me in any enterprise I may propose. This oath + taken, you are free. Refuse it, and I leave you to perish.” + </p> + <p> + “I do refuse it,” replied Wyat boldly. “I would die a thousand deaths + rather than so bind myself. Neither do I fear being left to perish here. + You shall not quit this cell without me.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a stout soldier, Sir Thomas Wyat,” rejoined the demon, with a + scornful laugh; “but you are scarcely a match for Herne the Hunter, as you + will find, if you are rash enough to make the experiment. Beware!” he + exclaimed, in a voice of thunder, observing the knight lay his hand upon + his sword, “I am invulnerable, and you will, therefore, vainly strike at + me. Do not compel me to use the dread means, which I could instantly + employ, to subject you to my will. I mean you well, and would rather serve + than injure you. But I will not let you go, unless you league yourself + with me. Swear, therefore, obedience to me, and depart hence to your + friends, Surrey and Richmond, and tell them you have failed to find me.” + </p> + <p> + “You know, then, of our meeting?” exclaimed Wyat. + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly well,” laughed Herne. “It is now eventide, and at midnight the + meeting will take place in the forester's hut. If you attend it not, I + will. They will be my prisoners as well as you. To preserve yourself and + save them, you must join me.” + </p> + <p> + “Before I return an answer,” said Wyat, “I must know what has become of + Mabel Lyndwood.” + </p> + <p> + “Mabel Lyndwood is nought to you, Sir Thomas,” rejoined Herne coldly. + </p> + <p> + “She is so much to me that I will run a risk for her which I would not run + for myself,” replied Wyat. “If I promise obedience to you, will you + liberate her? will you let her depart with me?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Herne peremptorily. “Banish all thoughts of her from your + breast. You will never behold her again. I will give you time for + reflection on my proposal. An hour before midnight I shall return, and if + I find you in the same mind, I abandon you to your fate.” + </p> + <p> + And with these words he stepped back towards the lower end of the cell. + Wyat instantly sprang after him, but before he could reach him a flash of + fire caused him to recoil, and to his horror and amazement, he beheld the + rock open, and yield a passage to the retreating figure. + </p> + <p> + When the sulphureous smoke, with which the little cell was filled, had in + some degree cleared off, Wyat examined the sides of the rock, but could + not find the slightest trace of a secret outlet, and therefore concluded + that the disappearance of the demon had been effected by magic. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0048" id="link2H_4_0048"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Mabel escaped from the Cave with Sir Thomas Wyat. +</pre> + <p> + The next day Mabel was set at liberty by her gaoler, and the hours flew by + without the opportunity of escape, for which she sighed, occurring to her. + As night drew on, she became more anxious, and at last expressed a wish to + retire to her cell. When about to fasten the door, Fenwolf found that the + lock had got strained, and the bolts would not move, and he was therefore + obliged to content himself with placing a bench against it, on which he + took a seat. + </p> + <p> + About an hour after Mabel's retirement, old Tristram offered to relieve + guard with Fenwolf, but this the other positively declined, and leaning + against the door, disposed himself to slumber. Tristram then threw himself + on the floor, and in a short time all seemed buried in repose. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by, however, when Fenwolf's heavy breathing gave token of the + soundness of his sleep, Tristram raised himself upon his elbow, and gazed + round. The lamp placed upon the table imperfectly illumined the cavern, + for the fire which had been lighted to cook the evening meal had gone out + completely. Getting up cautiously, and drawing his hunting-knife, the old + man crept towards Fenwolf, apparently with the intent of stabbing him, but + he suddenly changed his resolution, and dropped his arm. + </p> + <p> + At that moment, as if preternaturally warned, Fenwolf opened his eyes, and + seeing the old forester standing by, sprang upon him, and seized him by + the throat. + </p> + <p> + “Ah traitor!” he exclaimed; “what are you about to do?” + </p> + <p> + “I am no traitor,” replied the old man. “I heard a noise in the passage + leading to Wyat's cell, and was about to rouse you, when you awakened of + your own accord, probably disturbed by the noise.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be,” replied Fenwolf, satisfied with the excuse, and relinquishing + his grasp. “I fancied I heard something in my dreams. But come with me to + Wyat's cell. I will not leave you here.” + </p> + <p> + And snatching up the lamp, he hurried with Tristram into the passage. They + were scarcely gone, when the door of the cell was opened by Mabel, who had + overheard what had passed; and so hurriedly did she issue forth that she + over-turned the bench, which fell to the ground with a considerable + clatter. She had only just time to replace it, and to conceal herself in + an adjoining passage, when Fenwolf rushed back into the cavern. + </p> + <p> + “It was a false alarm,” he cried. “I saw Sir Thomas Wyat in his cell + through the loop-hole, and I have brought the key away with me. But I am + sure I heard a noise here.” + </p> + <p> + “It must have been mere fancy,” said Tristram. “All is as we left it.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems so, certes,” replied Fenwolf doubtfully. “But I will make sure.” + </p> + <p> + While he placed his ear to the door, Mabel gave a signal to Tristram that + she was safe. Persuaded that he heard some sound in the chamber, Fenwolf + nodded to Tristram that all was right, and resumed his seat. + </p> + <p> + In less than ten minutes he was again asleep. Mabel then emerged from her + concealment, and cautiously approached Tristram, who feigned, also, to + slumber. As she approached him, he rose noiselessly to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “The plan has succeeded,” he said in a low tone. “It was I who spoiled the + lock. But come with me. I will lead you out of the cavern.” + </p> + <p> + “Not without Sir Thomas Wyat,” she replied; “I will not leave him here.” + </p> + <p> + “You will only expose yourself to risk, and fail to deliver him,” rejoined + Tristram. “Fenwolf has the key of his cell. Nay, if you are determined + upon it, I will not hinder you. But you must find your own way out, for I + shall not assist Sir Thomas Wyat.” + </p> + <p> + Motioning him to silence, Mabel crept slowly, and on the points of her + feet, towards Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + The key was in his girdle. Leaning over him, she suddenly and dexterously + plucked it forth. + </p> + <p> + At the very moment she possessed herself of it, Fenwolf stirred, and she + dived down, and concealed herself beneath the table. Fenwolf, who had been + only slightly disturbed, looked up, and seeing Tristram in his former + position, which he had resumed when Mabel commenced her task, again + disposed himself to slumber. + </p> + <p> + Waiting till she was assured of the soundness of his repose, Mabel crept + from under the table, signed to Tristram to remain where he was, and + glided with swift and noiseless footsteps down the passage leading to the + cell. + </p> + <p> + In a moment, she was at the door—the key was in the lock—and + she stood before Sir Thomas Wyat. + </p> + <p> + A few words sufficed to explain to the astonished knight how she came + there, and comprehending that not a moment was to be lost, he followed her + forth. + </p> + <p> + In the passage, they held a brief consultation together in a low tone, as + to the best means of escape, for they deemed it useless to apply to + Tristram. The outlet with which Sir Thomas Wyat was acquainted lay on the + other side of the cavern; nor did he know how to discover the particular + passage leading to it. + </p> + <p> + As to Mabel, she could offer no information, but she knew that the stable + lay in an adjoining passage. + </p> + <p> + Recollecting, from former experience, how well the steeds were trained, + Sir Thomas Wyat eagerly caught at the suggestion, and Mabel led him + farther down the passage, and striking off through an opening on the left, + brought him, after a few turns, to a large chamber, in which two or three + black horses were kept. + </p> + <p> + Loosening one of them, Wyat placed a bridle on his neck, sprang upon his + back, and took up Mabel beside him. He then struck his heels against the + sides of the animal, who needed no further incitement to dash along the + passage, and in a few seconds brought them into the cavern. + </p> + <p> + The trampling of the horse wakened Fenwolf, who started to his feet, and + ran after them, shouting furiously. But he was too late. Goaded by Wyat's + dagger, the steed dashed furiously on, and plunging with its double burden + into the pool at the bottom of the cavern, disappeared. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0049" id="link2H_4_0049"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Desperate Resolution formed by Tristram and Fenwolf, + and how the Train was laid. +</pre> + <p> + Transported with rage at the escape of the fugitives, Fenwolf turned to + old Tristram, and drawing his knife, threatened to make an end of him. But + the old man, who was armed with a short hunting-sword, stood upon his + defence, and they remained brandishing their weapons at each other for + some minutes, but without striking a blow. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I leave you to Herne's vengeance,” said Fenwolf, returning his + knife to his belt. “You will pay dearly for allowing them to escape.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take my chance,” replied Tristram moodily: “my mind is made up to + the worst. I will no longer serve this fiend.” + </p> + <p> + “What! dare you break your oath?” cried Fenwolf. “Remember the terrible + consequences.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not for them,” replied Tristram. “Harkee, Fenwolf: I know you will + not betray me, for you hate him as much as I do, and have as great a + desire for revenge. I will rid the forest of this fell being.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you could make good your words, old man!” cried Fenwolf. “I would + give my life for vengeance upon him.” + </p> + <p> + “I take the offer,” said Tristram; “you shall have vengeance.” + </p> + <p> + “But how?” cried the other. “I have proved that he is invulnerable and the + prints of his hands are written in black characters upon my throat. If we + could capture him, and deliver him to the king, we might purchase our own + pardon.” + </p> + <p> + “No, that can never be,” said Tristram. “My plan is to destroy him.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let me hear it,” said Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, then,” rejoined Tristram. + </p> + <p> + And taking up the lamp, he led the way down a narrow lateral passage. When + about half-way down it, he stopped before a low door, cased with iron, + which he opened, and showed that the recess was filled with large canvas + bags. + </p> + <p> + “Why, this is the powder-magazine,” said Fenwolf. “I can now guess how you + mean to destroy Herne. I like the scheme well enough; but it cannot be + executed without certain destruction to ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take all the risk upon myself,” said Tristram, “I only require + your aid in the preparations. What I propose to do is this. There is + powder enough in the magazine, not only to blow up the cave, but to set + fire to all the wood surrounding it. It must be scattered among the dry + brush-wood in a great circle round the cave, and connected by a train with + this magazine. When Herne comes hack, I will fire the train.” + </p> + <p> + “There is much hazard in the scheme, and I fear it will fail,” replied + Fenwolf, after a pause, “nevertheless, I will assist you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, let us go to work at once,” said Tristram, “for we have no time to + lose. Herne will be here before midnight, and I should like to have all + ready for him.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, they each shouldered a couple of the bags, and returning to + the cavern, threaded a narrow passage, and emerged from the secret + entrance in the grove. + </p> + <p> + While Fenwolf descended for a fresh supply of powder, Tristram commenced + operations. Though autumn was now far advanced, there had been remarkably + fine weather of late; the ground was thickly strewn with yellow leaves, + the fern was brown and dry, and the brushwood crackled and broke as a + passage was forced through it. The very trees were parched by the + long-continued drought. Thus favoured in his design, Tristram scattered + the contents of one of the bags in a thick line among the fern and + brushwood, depositing here and there among the roots of a tree, several + pounds of powder, and covering the heaps over with dried sticks and + leaves. + </p> + <p> + While he was thus employed, Fenwolf appeared with two more bags of powder, + and descended again for a fresh supply. When he returned, laden as before, + the old forester had already described a large portion of the circle he + intended to take. + </p> + <p> + Judging that there was now powder sufficient, Tristram explained to his + companion how to proceed; and the other commenced laying a train on the + left of the secret entrance, carefully observing the instructions given + him. In less than an hour, they met together at a particular tree, and the + formidable circle was complete. + </p> + <p> + “So far, well!” said Tristram, emptying the contents of his bag beneath + the tree, and covering it with leaves and sticks, as before; “and now to + connect this with the cavern.” + </p> + <p> + With this, he opened another bag, and drew a wide train towards the centre + of the space. At length, he paused at the foot of a large hollow tree. + </p> + <p> + “I have ascertained,” he said, “that this tree stands immediately over the + magazine; and by following this rabbit's burrow, I have contrived to make + a small entrance into it. A hollow reed introduced through the hole, and + filled with powder, will be sure to reach the store below.” + </p> + <p> + “An excellent ideal,” replied Fenwolf. “I will fetch one instantly.” + </p> + <p> + And starting off to the side of the lake, he presently returned with + several long reeds, one of which was selected by Tristram and thrust into + the burrow. It proved of the precise length required; and as soon as it + touched the bottom, it was carefully filled with powder from a horn. + Having connected this tube with the side train, and scattered powder for + several yards around, so as to secure instantaneous ignition, Tristram + pronounced that the train was complete. + </p> + <p> + “We have now laid a trap from which Herne will scarcely escape,” he + observed, with a moody laugh, to Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + They then prepared to return to the cave, but had not proceeded many + yards, when Herne, mounted on his sable steed, burst through the trees. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! what make you here?” he cried, instantly checking his career. “I bade + you keep a strict watch over Mabel. Where is she?” + </p> + <p> + “She has escaped with Sir Thomas Wyat,” replied Fenwolf, “and we have been + in search of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Escaped!” exclaimed Herne, springing from his steed, and rushing up to + him; “dogs! you have played me false. But your lives shall pay the penalty + of your perfidy.” + </p> + <p> + “We had no hand in it whatever,” replied Fenwolf doggedly. “She contrived + to get out of a chamber in which I placed her, and to liberate Sir Thomas + Wyat. They then procured a steed from the stable, and plunged through the + pool into the lake.” + </p> + <p> + “Hell's malison upon them, and upon you both!” cried Herne. “But you shall + pay dearly for your heedlessness,—if, indeed, it has not been + something worse. How long have they been gone?” + </p> + <p> + “It may be two hours,” replied Fenwolf. + </p> + <p> + “Go to the cave,” cried Herne, “and await my return there; and if I + recover not the prize, woe betide you both!” + </p> + <p> + And with these words, he vaunted upon his steed and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “And woe betide you too, false fiend!” cried Fenwolf. “When you come back + you shall meet with a welcome you little expect. Would we had fired the + train, Tristram, even though we had perished with him!” + </p> + <p> + “It will be time enough to fire it on his return,” replied the old + forester; “it is but postponing our vengeance for a short time. And now to + fix our positions. I will take my station in yon brake.” + </p> + <p> + “And I in that hollow tree,” said Fenwolf. “Whoever first beholds him + shall fire the train.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed!” replied Tristram. “Let us now descend to the cave and see that + all is right in the magazine, and then we will return and hold ourselves + in readiness for action.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0050" id="link2H_4_0050"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How the Train was fired, and what followed the Explosion. +</pre> + <p> + About ten o'clock in the night under consideration, Surrey and Richmond, + accompanied by the Duke of Shoreditch, and half a dozen other archers, set + out from the castle, and took their way along the great park, in the + direction of the lake. + </p> + <p> + They had not ridden far, when they were overtaken by two horsemen who, as + far as they could be discerned in that doubtful light, appeared stalwart + personages, and well mounted, though plainly attired. The new-comers very + unceremoniously joined them. + </p> + <p> + “There are ill reports of the park, my masters,” said the foremost of + these persons to Surrey, “and we would willingly ride with you across it.” + </p> + <p> + “But our way may not be yours, friend,” replied Surrey, who did not + altogether relish this proposal. “We are not going farther than the lake.” + </p> + <p> + “Our road lies in that direction,” replied the other, “and, if you please, + we will bear you company as far as we go. Come, tell me frankly,” he + added, after a pause, “are you not in search of Herne the Hunter?” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you ask, friend?” rejoined the earl somewhat angrily. + </p> + <p> + “Because if so,” replied the other, “I shall be right glad to join you, + and so will my friend, Tony Cryspyn, who is close behind me. I have an old + grudge to settle with this Herne, who has more than once attacked me, and + I shall be glad to pay it.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will take my advice, Hugh Dacre, you will ride on, and leave the + achievement of the adventure to these young galliards,” interposed + Cryspyn. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, by the mass! that shall never be,” rejoined Dacre, “if they have no + objection to our joining them. If they have, they have only to say so, and + we will go on.” + </p> + <p> + “I will be plain with you, my masters,” said Surrey. “We are determined + this night, as you have rightly conjectured, to seek out Herne the Hunter; + and we hope to obtain such clue to him as will ensure his capture. If, + therefore, you are anxious to join us, we shall be glad of your aid. But + you must be content to follow, and not lead—and to act as you are + directed—or you will only be in the way, and we would rather + dispense with your company.” + </p> + <p> + “We are content with the terms—are we not, Tony?” said Dacre. + </p> + <p> + His companion answered somewhat sullenly in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “And now that the matter is arranged, may I ask when you propose to go?” + he continued. + </p> + <p> + “We are on our way to a hut on the lake, where we expect a companion to + join us,” replied Surrey. + </p> + <p> + “What! Tristram Lyndwood's cottage?” demanded Dacre. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” replied the earl, “and we hope to recover his fair granddaughter + from the power of the demon.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! say you so?” cried Dacre; “that were a feat, indeed!” + </p> + <p> + The two strangers then rode apart for a few moments, and conversed + together in a low tone, during which Richmond expressed his doubts of them + to Surrey, adding that he was determined to get rid of them. + </p> + <p> + The new-comers, however, were not easily shaken off. As soon as they + perceived the duke's design, they stuck more pertinaciously to him and the + earl than before, and made it evident they would not be dismissed. + </p> + <p> + By this time they had passed Spring Hill, and were within a mile of the + valley in which lay the marsh, when a cry for help was heard in the + thicket on the left, and the troop immediately halted. The cry was + repeated, and Surrey, bidding the others follow him, dashed off in the + direction of the sound. + </p> + <p> + Presently, they perceived two figures beneath the trees, whom they found, + on a nearer approach, were Sir Thomas Wyat, with Mabel in a state of + insensibility in his arms. + </p> + <p> + Dismounting by the side of his friend, Surrey hastily demanded how he came + there, and what had happened? + </p> + <p> + “It is too long a story to relate now,” said Wyat; “but the sum of it is, + that I have escaped, by the aid of this damsel, from the clutches of the + demon. Our escape was effected on horseback, and we had to plunge into the + lake. The immersion deprived my fair preserver of sensibility, so that as + soon as I landed, and gained a covert where I fancied myself secure, I + dismounted, and tried to restore her. While I was thus occupied, the steed + I had brought with me broke his bridle, and darted off into the woods. + After a while, Mabel opened her eyes, but she was so weak that she could + not move, and I was fain to make her a couch in the fern, in the hope that + she would speedily revive. But the fright and suffering had been too much + for her, and a succession of fainting-fits followed, during which I + thought she would expire. This is all. Now, let us prepare a litter for + her, and convey her where proper assistance can be rendered.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the others had come up, and Hugh Dacre, flinging himself from + his horse, and pushing Surrey somewhat rudely aside, advanced towards + Mabel, and, taking her hand, said, in a voice of some emotion, “Alas! poor + girl! I did not expect to meet thee again in this state.” + </p> + <p> + “You knew her, then?” said Surrey. + </p> + <p> + Dacre muttered an affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “Who is this man?” asked Wyat of the earl. + </p> + <p> + “I know him not,” answered Surrey. “He joined us on the road hither.” + </p> + <p> + “I am well known to Sir Thomas Wyat,” replied Dacre, in a significant + tone, “as he will avouch when I recall certain matters to his mind. But do + not let us lose time here. This damsel claims our first attention. She + must be conveyed to a place of safety, and where she can be well tended. + We can then return to search for Herne.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this, a litter of branches were speedily made, and Mabel being laid + upon it, the simple conveyance was sustained by four of the archers. The + little cavalcade then quitted the thicket, and began to retrace its course + towards the castle. Wyat had been accommodated with a horse by one of the + archers, and rode in a melancholy manner by the side of the litter. + </p> + <p> + They had got back nearly as far as the brow of Spring Hill, when a + horseman, in a wild garb, and mounted on a coal black steed, lashed + suddenly and at a furious pace, out of the trees on the right. He made + towards the litter, over-turning Sir Thomas Wyat, and before any + opposition could be offered him, seized the inanimate form of Mabel, and + placing her before him on his steed, dashed off as swiftly as he came, and + with a burst of loud, exulting laughter. + </p> + <p> + “It is Herne! it is Herne!” burst from every lip. And they all started in + pursuit, urging the horses to their utmost speed. Sir Thomas Wyat had + instantly remounted his steed, and he came up with the others. + </p> + <p> + Herne's triumphant and demoniacal laugh was heard as he scoured with the + swiftness of the wind down the long glade. But the fiercest determination + animated his pursuers, who, being all admirably mounted, managed to keep + him fully in view. + </p> + <p> + Away! away! he speeded in the direction of the lake; and after him they + thundered, straining every sinew in the desperate chase. It was a wild and + extraordinary sight, and partook of the fantastical character of a dream. + </p> + <p> + At length Herne reached the acclivity, at the foot of which lay the waters + of the lake glimmering in the starlight; and by the time he had descended + to its foot, his pursuers had gained its brow. + </p> + <p> + The exertions made by Sir Thomas Wyat had brought him a little in advance + of the others. Furiously goading his horse, he dashed down the hillside at + a terrific pace. + </p> + <p> + All at once, as he kept his eye on the flying figure of the demon, he was + startled by a sudden burst of flame in the valley. A wide circle of light + was rapidly described, a rumbling sound was heard like that preceding an + earth-quake, and a tremendous explosion followed, hurling trees and + fragments of rock into the air. + </p> + <p> + Astounded at the extraordinary occurrence, and not knowing what might + ensue, the pursuers reined in their steeds. But the terror of the scene + was not yet over. The whole of the brushwood had caught fire, and blazed + up with the fury and swiftness of lighted flax. The flames caught the + parched branches of the trees, and in a few seconds the whole grove was on + fire. + </p> + <p> + The sight was awfully grand, for the wind, which was blowing strongly, + swept the flames forward, so that they devoured all before them. + </p> + <p> + When the first flash was seen the demon had checked his steed and backed + him, so that he had escaped without injury, and he stood at the edge of + the flaming circle watching the progress of the devastating element; but + at last, finding that his pursuers had taken heart and were approaching + him, he bestirred himself, and rode round the blazing zone. + </p> + <p> + Having by this time recovered from their surprise, Wyat and Surrey dashed + after him, and got so near him that they made sure of his capture. But at + the very moment they expected to reach him, he turned his horse's head, + and forced him to leap over the blazing boundary. + </p> + <p> + In vain the pursuers attempted to follow. Their horses refused to + encounter the flames; while Wyat's steed, urged on by its frantic master, + reared bolt upright, and dislodged him. + </p> + <p> + But the demon held on his way, apparently unscathed in the midst of the + flames, casting a look of grim defiance at his pursuers. As he passed a + tree, from which volumes of fire were bursting, the most appalling shrieks + reached his ear, and he beheld Morgan Fenwolf emerging from a hole in the + trunk. But without bestowing more than a glance upon his unfortunate + follower, he dashed forward, and becoming involved in the wreaths of flame + and smoke, was lost to sight. + </p> + <p> + Attracted by Fenwolf's cries, the beholders perceived him crawl out of the + hole, and clamber into the upper part of the tree, where he roared to them + most piteously for aid. But even if they had been disposed to render it, + it was impossible to do so now; and after terrible and protracted + suffering, the poor wretch, half stifled with smoke, and unable longer to + maintain his hold of the branch to which he crept, fell into the flames + beneath, and perished. + </p> + <p> + Attributing its outbreak to supernatural agency, the party gazed on in + wonder at the fire, and rode round it as closely as their steeds would + allow them. But though they tarried till the flames had abated, and little + was left of the noble grove but a collection of charred and smoking + stumps, nothing was seen of the fiend or of the hapless girl he had + carried off. It served to confirm the notion of the supernatural origin of + the fire, in that it was confined within the mystic circle, and did not + extend farther into the woods. + </p> + <p> + At the time that the flames first burst forth, and revealed the + countenances of the lookers—on, it was discovered that the + self-styled Dacre and Cryspyn were no other than the king and the Duke of + Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “If this mysterious being is mortal, he must have perished now,” observed + Henry; “and if he is not, it is useless to seek for him further.” + </p> + <p> + Day had begun to break as the party quitted the scene of devastation. The + king and Suffolk, with the archers, returned to the castle; but Wyat, + Surrey, and Richmond rode towards the lake, and proceeded along its banks + in the direction of the forester's hut. + </p> + <p> + Their progress was suddenly arrested by the sound of lamentation, and they + perceived, in a little bay overhung by trees, which screened it from the + path, an old man kneeling beside the body of a female, which he had partly + dragged out of the lake. It was Tristram Lyndwood, and the body was that + of Mabel. Her tresses were dishevelled, and dripping with wet, as were her + garments; and her features white as marble. The old man was weeping + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + With Wyat, to dismount and grasp the cold hand of the hapless maiden was + the work of a moment. + </p> + <p> + “She is dead!” he cried, in a despairing voice, removing the dank tresses + from her brow, and imprinting a reverent kiss upon it. “Dead!—lost + to me for ever!” + </p> + <p> + “I found her entangled among those water-weeds,” said Tristram, in tones + broken by emotion, “and had just dragged her to shore when you came up. As + you hope to prosper, now and hereafter, give her a decent burial. For me + all is over.” + </p> + <p> + And, with a lamentable cry, he plunged into the lake, struck out to a + short distance, and then sank to rise no more. + </p> + <p> + THUS ENDS THE FIFTH BOOK OF THE CHRONICLE OF WINDSOR CASTLE <a + name="link2H_4_0051" id="link2H_4_0051"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK VI. JANE SEYMOUR + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0052" id="link2H_4_0052"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of Henry's Attachment to Jane Seymour. +</pre> + <p> + ON the anniversary of Saint George, 1536, and exactly seven years from the + opening of this chronicle, Henry assembled the knights-companions within + Windsor Castle to hold the grand feast of the most noble Order of the + Garter. + </p> + <p> + Many important events had occurred in the wide interval thus suffered to + elapse. Wolsey had long since sunk under his reverses—for he never + regained the royal favour after his dismissal—and had expired at + Leicester Abbey, on the 26th November 1530. + </p> + <p> + But the sufferings of Catherine of Arragon were prolonged up to the + commencement of the year under consideration. After the divorce and the + elevation of Anne Boleyn to the throne in her stead, she withdrew to + Kimbolten Castle, where she dwelt in the greatest retirement, under the + style of the Princess Dowager. Finding her end approaching, she sent a + humble message to the king, imploring him to allow her one last interview + with her daughter, that she might bestow her blessing upon her; but the + request was refused. + </p> + <p> + A touching letter, however, which she wrote to the king on her death-bed, + moved him to tears; and having ejaculated a few expressions of his sense + of her many noble qualities, he retired to his closet to indulge his grief + in secret. Solemn obsequies were ordered to be performed at Windsor and + Greenwich on the day of her interment, and the king and the whole of his + retinue put on mourning for her. + </p> + <p> + With this arrangement Anne Boleyn cared not to comply. Though she had + attained the summit of her ambition; though the divorce had been + pronounced, and she was crowned queen; though she had given birth to a + daughter—the Princess Elizabeth, afterwards the illustrious queen of + that name two years before; and though she could have no reasonable + apprehensions from her, the injured Catherine, during her lifetime, had + always been an object of dread to her. She heard of her death with + undisguised satisfaction, clapped her hands, exclaiming to her attendants, + “Now I am indeed queen!” and put the crowning point to her unfeeling + conduct by decorating herself and her dames in the gayest apparel on the + day of the funeral. + </p> + <p> + Alas! she little knew that at that very moment the work of retribution + commenced, and that the wrongs of the injured queen, whose memory she thus + outraged, were soon to be terribly and bloodily avenged. + </p> + <p> + Other changes had likewise taken place, which may be here recorded. The + Earl of Surrey had made the tour of France, Italy, and the Empire, and had + fully kept his word, by proclaiming the supremacy of the Fair Geraldine's + beauty at all tilts and tournaments, at which he constantly bore away the + prize. But the greatest reward, and that which he hoped would crown his + fidelity—the hand of his mistress—was not reserved for him. + </p> + <p> + At the expiration of three years, he returned home, polished by travel, + and accounted one of the bravest and most accomplished cavaliers of the + day. His reputation had preceded him, and he was received with marks of + the highest distinction and favour by Henry, as well as by Anne Boleyn. + But the king was still averse to the match, and forbade the Fair Geraldine + to return to court. + </p> + <p> + Finding so much opposition on all sides, the earl was at last brought to + assent to the wish of the Fair Geraldine, that their engagement should be + broken off. In her letters, she assured him that her love had undergone no + abatement—and never would do so—but that she felt they must + give up all idea of an union. + </p> + <p> + These letters, probably the result of some manoeuvring on his own part, + set on foot by the royal mandate, were warmly seconded by the Duke of + Norfolk, and after many and long solicitations, he succeeded in wringing + from his son a reluctant acquiescence to the arrangement. + </p> + <p> + The disappointment produced its natural consequences on the ardent + temperament of the young earl, and completely chilled and blighted his + feelings. He became moody and discontented; took little share in the + amusement and pastimes going forward; and from being the blithest cavalier + at court, became the saddest. The change in his demeanour did not escape + the notice of Anne Boleyn, who easily divined the cause, and she essayed + by raillery and other arts to wean him from his grief. But all was for + some time of no avail. The earl continued inconsolable. At last, however, + by the instrumentality of the queen and his father, he was contracted to + the Lady Frances Vere, daughter of the Earl of Oxford, and was married to + her in 1535. + </p> + <p> + Long before this the Duke of Richmond had been wedded to the Lady Mary + Howard. + </p> + <p> + For some time previous to the present era of this chronicle, Anne Boleyn + had observed a growing coolness towards her on the part of the king, and + latterly it had become evident that his passion for her was fast + subsiding, if indeed it had not altogether expired. + </p> + <p> + Though Anne had never truly loved her royal consort, and though at that + very time she was secretly encouraging the regards of another, she felt + troubled by this change, and watched all the king's movements with jealous + anxiety, to ascertain if any one had supplanted her in his affections. + </p> + <p> + At length her vigilance was rewarded by discovering a rival in one of the + loveliest of her dames, Jane Seymour. This fair creature, the daughter of + Sir John Seymour, of Wolff Hall, in Wiltshire, and who was afterwards, it + is almost needless to say, raised to as high a dignity as Anne Boleyn + herself, was now in the very pride of her beauty. Tall, exquisitely + proportioned, with a complexion of the utmost brilliancy and delicacy, + large liquid blue eyes, bright chestnut tresses, and lovely features, she + possessed charms that could not fall to captivate the amorous monarch. It + seems marvellous that Anne Boleyn should have such an attendant; but + perhaps she felt confident in her own attractions. + </p> + <p> + Skilled in intrigue herself, Anne, now that her eyes were opened, + perceived all the allurements thrown out by Jane to ensnare the king, and + she intercepted many a furtive glance between them. Still she did not dare + to interfere. The fierceness of Henry's temper kept her in awe, and she + knew well that the slightest opposition would only make him the more + determined to run counter to her will. Trusting, therefore, to get rid of + Jane Seymour by some stratagem, she resolved not to attempt to dismiss + her, except as a last resource. + </p> + <p> + A slight incident occurred, which occasioned a departure from the prudent + course she had laid down to herself. + </p> + <p> + Accompanied by her dames, she was traversing the great gallery of the + palace at Greenwich, when she caught the reflection of Jane Seymour, who + was following her, in a mirror, regarding a jewelled miniature. She + instantly turned round at the sight, and Jane, in great confusion, thrust + the picture into her bosom. + </p> + <p> + “Ah I what have you there?” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “A picture of my father, Sir John Seymour,” replied Jane, blushing deeply. + </p> + <p> + “Let me look at it,” cried Anne, snatching the picture from her. “Ah! call + you this your father? To my thinking it is much more like my royal + husband. Answer me frankly, minion—answer me, as you value your + life! Did the king give you this?” + </p> + <p> + “I must decline answering the question,” replied Jane, who by this time + had recovered her composure. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! am I to be thus insolently treated by one of my own dames?” cried + Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I intend no disrespect to your majesty,” replied Jane, “and I will, since + you insist upon it, freely confess that I received the portrait from the + king. I did not conceive there could be any harm in doing so, because I + saw your majesty present your own portrait, the other day, to Sir Henry + Norris.” + </p> + <p> + Anne Boleyn turned as pale as death, and Jane Seymour perceived that she + had her in her power. + </p> + <p> + “I gave the portrait to Sir Henry as a recompense for an important service + he rendered me,” said Anne, after a slight pause. + </p> + <p> + “No doubt,” replied Jane; “and I marvel not that he should press it so + fervently to his lips, seeing he must value the gift highly. The king + likewise bestowed his portrait upon me for rendering him a service.” + </p> + <p> + “And what was that?” asked Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, there your majesty must hold me excused,” replied the other. “It + were to betray his highness's confidence to declare it. I must refer you + to him for explanation.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you are in the right to keep the secret,” said Anne, forcing a + laugh. “I dare say there is no harm in the portrait—indeed, I am + sure there is not, if it was given with the same intent that mine was + bestowed upon Norris. And so we will say no more upon the matter, except + that I beg you to be discreet with the king. If others should comment upon + your conduct, I may be compelled to dismiss you.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty shall be obeyed,” said Jane, with a look that intimated that + the request had but slight weight with her. + </p> + <p> + “Catherine will be avenged by means of this woman,” muttered Anne as she + turned away. “I already feel some of the torments with which she + threatened me. And she suspects Norris. I must impress more caution on + him. Ah! when a man loves deeply, as he loves me, due restraint is seldom + maintained.” + </p> + <p> + But though alarmed, Anne was by no means aware of the critical position in + which she stood. She could not persuade herself that she had entirely lost + her influence with the king; and she thought that when his momentary + passion had subsided, it would return to its old channels. + </p> + <p> + She was mistaken. Jane Seymour was absolute mistress of his heart; and + Anne was now as great a bar to him as she had before been an attraction. + Had her conduct been irreproachable, it might have been difficult to + remove her; but, unfortunately, she had placed herself at his mercy, by + yielding to the impulses of vanity, and secretly encouraging the passion + of Sir Henry Norris, groom of the stole. + </p> + <p> + This favoured personage was somewhat above the middle Size, squarely and + strongly built. His features were regularly and finely formed, and he had + a ruddy complexion, brown curling hair, good teeth, and fine eyes of a + clear blue. He possessed great personal strength, was expert in all manly + exercises, and shone especially at the jousts and the manege. He was of an + ardent temperament, and Anne Boleyn had inspired him with so desperate a + passion that he set at nought the fearful risk he ran to obtain her + favour. + </p> + <p> + In all this seemed traceable the hand of fate—in Henry's passion for + Jane Seymour, and Anne's insane regard for Norris—as if in this way, + and by the same means in which she herself had been wronged, the injured + Catherine of Arragon was to be avenged. + </p> + <p> + How far Henry's suspicions of his consort's regard for Norris had been + roused did not at the time appear. Whatever he felt in secret, he took + care that no outward manifestation should betray him. On the contrary he + loaded Norris, who had always been a favourite with him, with new marks of + regard, and encouraged rather than interdicted his approach to the queen. + </p> + <p> + Things were in this state when the court proceeded to Windsor, as before + related, on Saint George's day. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0053" id="link2H_4_0053"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Anne Boleyn received Proof of Henry's Passion for Jane + Seymour. +</pre> + <p> + On the day after the solemnisation of the Grand Feast of the Order of the + Garter, a masqued fete of great splendour and magnificence was held within + the castle. The whole of the state apartments were thrown open to the + distinguished guests, and universal gaiety prevailed. No restraint was + offered to the festivity by the king, for though he was known to be + present, he did not choose to declare himself. + </p> + <p> + The queen sat apart on a fauteuil in the deep embrasure of a window; and + as various companies of fantastic characters advanced towards her, she + more than once fancied she detected amongst them the king, but the voices + convinced her of her mistake. As the evening was wearing, a mask in a blue + domino drew near her, and whispered in a devoted and familiar tone, “My + queen!” + </p> + <p> + “Is it you, Norris?” demanded Anne, under her breath. + </p> + <p> + “It is,” he replied. “Oh, madam! I have been gazing at you the whole + evening, but have not dared to approach you till now.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry you have addressed me at all, Norris,” she rejoined. “Your + regard for me has been noticed by others, and may reach the king's ears. + You must promise never to address me in the language of passion again.” + </p> + <p> + “If I may not utter my love I shall go mad,” replied Norris. “After + raising me to the verge of Paradise, do not thrust me to the depths of + Tartarus.” + </p> + <p> + “I have neither raised you nor do I cast you down,” rejoined Anne. “That I + am sensible of your devotion, and grateful for it, I admit, but nothing + more. My love and allegiance are due to the king.” + </p> + <p> + “True,” replied Norris bitterly; “they are so, but he is wholly insensible + to your merits. At this very moment he is pouring his love-vows in the ear + of Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! is he so?” cried Anne. “Let me have proof of his perfidy, and I may + incline a more favourable ear to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will instantly obtain you the proof, madam,” replied Norris, bowing and + departing. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had he quitted the queen, and mixed with the throng of dancers, + than he felt a pressure upon his arm, and turning at the touch, beheld a + tall monk, the lower part of whose face was muffled up, leaving only a + pair of fierce black eyes and a large aquiline nose visible. + </p> + <p> + “I know what you want, Sir Henry Norris,” said the tall monk in a low deep + voice; “you wish to give the queen proof of her royal lord's inconstancy. + It is easily done. Come with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” demanded Norris doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “What matters it who I am?” rejoined the other; “I am one of the masquers, + and chance to know what is passing around me. I do not inquire into your + motives, and therefore you have no right to inquire into mine.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not for my own satisfaction that I desire this proof,” said Norris, + “because I would rather shield the king's indiscretions than betray them. + But the queen has conceived suspicions which she is determined to verify.” + </p> + <p> + “Think not to impose upon me,” replied the monk with a sneer. “Bring the + queen this way, and she shall be fully satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “I can run no risk in trusting you,” said Norris, “and therefore I accept + your offer.” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more,” cried the monk disdainfully, “I will await you here.” + </p> + <p> + And Norris returned to the queen. + </p> + <p> + “Have you discovered anything?” she cried. + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, madam,” said Norris, bowing and taking her hand. + </p> + <p> + Proceeding thus they glided through the throng of dancers, who + respectfully cleared a passage for them as they walked along until they + approached the spot where the tall monk was standing. As they drew near + him he moved on, and Norris and the queen followed in silence. Passing + from the great hall in which the crowd of dancers were assembled, they + descended a short flight of steps, at the foot of which the monk paused, + and pointed with his right hand to a chamber, partly screened by the folds + of a curtain. + </p> + <p> + At this intimation the queen and her companion stepped quickly on, and as + she advanced, Anne Boleyn perceived Jane Seymour and the king seated on a + couch within the apartment. Henry was habited like a pilgrim, but he had + thrown down his hat, ornamented with the scallop-shell, his vizard, and + his staff, and had just forced his fair companion to unmask. + </p> + <p> + At the sight, Anne was transfixed with jealous rage, and was for the + moment almost unconscious of the presence of Norris, or of the monk, who + remained behind the curtain, pointing to what was taking place. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty is determined to expose my blushes,” said Jane Seymour, + slightly struggling with her royal lover. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I only want to be satisfied that it is really yourself, sweetheart,” + cried Henry passionately. “It was in mercy to me, I suppose, that you + insisted upon shrouding those beauteous features from my view. + </p> + <p> + “Hear you that, madam?” whispered Norris to Anne. + </p> + <p> + The queen answered by a convulsive clasp of the hand. + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty but jests with me,” said Jane Seymour. “Jests!” cried Henry + passionately. “By my faith! I never understood the power of beauty till + now. No charms ever moved my heart like yours; nor shall I know a moment's + peace till you become mine.” + </p> + <p> + “I am grieved to hear it, my liege,” replied Jane Seymour, “for I never + can be yours, unless as your queen.” + </p> + <p> + Again Norris hazarded a whisper to Anne Boleyn, which was answered by + another nervous grasp of the hand. + </p> + <p> + “That is as much as to say,” pursued Jane, seeing the gloomy reverie into + which her royal lover was thrown, “I can give your majesty no hopes at + all.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been schooled by Anne Boleyn, sweetheart,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “How so, my liege?” demanded Jane Seymour. + </p> + <p> + “Those are the very words she used to me when I wooed her, and which + induced me to divorce Catherine of Arragon,” replied Henry. “Now they may + bring about her own removal.” + </p> + <p> + “Just Heaven!” murmured Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I dare not listen to your majesty,” said Jane Seymour, in a tremulous + tone; “and yet, if I dared speak—” + </p> + <p> + “Speak on, fearlessly, sweetheart,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Then I am well assured,” said Jane, “that the queen no longer loves you; + nay, that she loves another.” + </p> + <p> + “It is false, minion!” cried Anne Boleyn, rushing forward, while Norris + hastily retreated, “it is false! It is you who would deceive the king for + your own purposes. But I have fortunately been brought hither to prevent + the injury you would do me. Oh, Henry! have I deserved this of you?” + </p> + <p> + “You have chanced to overhear part of a scene in a masquerade, madam—that + is all,” said the king. + </p> + <p> + “I have chanced to arrive most opportunely for myself,” said Anne. “As for + this slanderous and deceitful minion, I shall dismiss her from my service. + If your majesty is determined to prove faithless to me, it shall not be + with one of my own dames.” + </p> + <p> + “Catherine of Arragon should have made that speech,” retorted Jane Seymour + bitterly. “She had reason to complain that she was supplanted by one much + beneath her. And she never played the king falsely.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor have I!” cried Anne fiercely. “If I had my will, I should strike thee + dead for the insinuation. Henry, my lord—my love—if you have + any regard for me, instantly dismiss Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “It may not be, madam,” replied Henry in a freezing tone; “she has done + nothing to deserve dismissal. If any one is to blame in the matter, it is + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “And will you allow her to make these accusations against me without + punishment?” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Peace, madam!” cried the king sternly; “and thank my good-nature that I + go no further into the matter. If you are weary of the masque, I pray you + retire to your own apartments. For myself, I shall lead Jane Seymour to + the bransle.” + </p> + <p> + “And if your majesty should need a partner,” said Jane, walking up to Anne + and speaking in a low tone, “you will doubtless find Sir Henry Norris + disengaged.” + </p> + <p> + The queen looked as if stricken by a thunderbolt. She heard the triumphant + laugh of her rival; she saw her led forth, all smiles and beauty and + triumph, by the king to the dance, and she covered her face in agony. + While she was in this state, a deep voice breathed in her ears, “The + vengeance of Catherine of Arragon begins to work!” + </p> + <p> + Looking up, she beheld the tall figure of the monk retreating from the + chamber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0054" id="link2H_4_0054"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What passed between Norris and the Tall Monk. +</pre> + <p> + Tottering to the seat which Henry and Jane had just quitted, Anne sank + into it. After a little time, having in some degree recovered her + composure, she was about to return to the great hall, when Norris + appeared. + </p> + <p> + “I did not deceive you, madam,” he said, “when I told you the king was + insensible to your charms; he only lives for Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “Would I could dismiss her!” cried Anne furiously. + </p> + <p> + “If you were to do so, she would soon be replaced by another,” rejoined + Norris. “The king delights only in change. With him, the last face is ever + the most beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak fearful treason, sir!” replied Anne; “but I believe it to be + the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then, madam!” pursued Norris, “since the king is so regardless of + you, why trouble yourself about him? There are those who would sacrifice a + thousand lives, if they possessed them, for your love.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear it is the same with all men,” rejoined Anne. “A woman's heart is a + bauble which, when obtained, is speedily tossed aside.” + </p> + <p> + “Your majesty judges our sex too harshly,” said Norris. “If I had the same + fortune as the king, I should never change.” + </p> + <p> + “The king himself once thought so—once swore so,” replied Anne + petulantly. “It is the common parlance of lovers. But I may not listen to + such discourse longer.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, madam!” cried Norris, “you misjudge me greatly. My heart is not made + of the same stuff as that of the royal Henry. I can love deeply—devotedly—lastingly.” + </p> + <p> + “Know you not that by these rash speeches you place your head in + jeopardy?” said Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I would rather lose it than not be permitted to love you,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “But your rashness endangers me,” said the queen. “Your passion has + already been noticed by Jane Seymour, and the slightest further + indiscretion will be fatal.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, if that be so,” cried Norris, “and your majesty should be placed in + peril on my account, I will banish myself from the court, and from your + presence, whatever the effort cost me.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Anne, “I will not tax you so hardly. I do not think,” she + added tenderly, “deserted as I am by the king, that I could spare you.” + </p> + <p> + “You confess, then, that I have inspired you with some regard?” he cried + rapturously. + </p> + <p> + “Do not indulge in these transports, Norris,” said Anne mournfully. “Your + passion will only lead to your destruction—perchance to mine. Let + the certainty that I do love, content you, and seek not to tempt your fate + further.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, madam! you make me the happiest of men by the avowal,” he cried. “I + envy not now the king, for I feel raised above him by your love.” + </p> + <p> + “You must join the revel, Norris,” said Anne; “your absence from it will + be observed.” + </p> + <p> + And extending her hand to him, he knelt down and pressed it passionately + to his lips. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! we are observed,” she cried suddenly, and almost with a shriek. + “Rise, sir!” + </p> + <p> + Norris instantly sprang to his feet, and, to his inexpressible dismay, saw + the figure of a tall monk gliding away. Throwing a meaning look at the + almost sinking queen, he followed the mysterious observer into the great + hall, determined to rid himself of him in some way before he should have + time to make any revelations. + </p> + <p> + Avoiding the brilliant throng, the monk entered the adjoining corridor, + and descending the great staircase, passed into the upper quadrangle. From + thence he proceeded towards the cloisters near St. George's Chapel, where + he was overtaken by Norris, who had followed him closely. + </p> + <p> + “What would you with me, Sir Henry Norris?” cried the monk, halting. + </p> + <p> + “You may guess,” said Norris, sternly and drawing his sword. “There are + secrets which are dangerous to the possessor. Unless you swear never to + betray what you have seen and heard, you die.” + </p> + <p> + The tall monk laughed derisively. + </p> + <p> + “You know that your life is in my power,” he said, “and therefore you + threaten mine. Well, e'en take it, if you can.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he drew a sword from beneath his robe, and stood upon his + defence. After a few passes, Norris's weapon was beaten from his grasp. + </p> + <p> + “You are now completely at my mercy,” said the monk, “and I have nothing + to do but to call the guard, and declare all I have heard to the king.” + </p> + <p> + “I would rather you plunged your sword into my heart,” said Norris. + </p> + <p> + “There is one way—and only one—by which my secrecy may be + purchased,” said the monk. + </p> + <p> + “Name it,” replied Norris. “Were it to be purchased by my soul's + perdition, I would embrace it.” + </p> + <p> + “You have hit the point exactly,” rejoined the monk drily. “Can you not + guess with whom you have to deal?” + </p> + <p> + “Partly,” replied Norris “I never found such force in mortal arm as you + have displayed.” + </p> + <p> + “Probably not,” laughed the other: “most of those who have ventured + against me have found their match. But come with me into the park, and you + shall learn the condition of my secrecy.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot quit the castle,” replied Norris; “but I will take you to my + lodgings, where we shall be wholly unobserved.” + </p> + <p> + And crossing the lower ward, they proceeded to the tower on the south side + of it, now appropriated to the governor of the alms knights. + </p> + <p> + About an hour after this Norris returned to the revel. His whole demeanour + was altered, and his looks ghastly. He sought the queen, who had returned + to the seat in the embrasure. + </p> + <p> + “What has happened?” said Anne, in a low tone, as he approached her. “Have + you killed him?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” he replied; “but I have purchased our safety at a terrible price.” + </p> + <p> + “You alarm me, Norris; what mean you?” she cried. “I mean this,” he + answered, regarding her with passionate earnestness: “that you must love + me now, for I have perilled my salvation for you. That tall monk was Herne + the Hunter.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0055" id="link2H_4_0055"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of the Secret Interview between Norris and Anne Boleyn, and + of the Dissimulation practised by the King. +</pre> + <p> + Henry's attentions to Jane Seymour at the masqued fete were so marked, + that the whole court was made aware of his passion. But it was not + anticipated that any serious and extraordinary consequences would result + from the intoxication—far less that the queen herself would be + removed to make way for her successful rival. It was afterwards, however, + remembered that at this time Henry held frequent, long, and grave + conferences with the Dukes of Suffolk and Norfolk, and appeared to be + engrossed in the meditation of some project. + </p> + <p> + After the scene at the revel, Anne did not make another exhibition of + jealousy; but it was not that she was reconciled to her situation, or in + any way free from uneasiness. On the contrary, the unhappy Catherine of + Arragon did not suffer more in secret; but she knew, from experience, that + with her royal consort all reproaches would be unavailing. + </p> + <p> + One morning, when she was alone within her chamber, her father, who was + now Earl of Wiltshire, obtained admittance to her. + </p> + <p> + “You have a troubled look, my dear lord,” she said, as she motioned him to + a seat. + </p> + <p> + “And with good reason,” he replied. “Oh, Anne! words cannot express my + anxiety at the present state of things.” + </p> + <p> + “It will speedily pass by, my lord,” she replied; “the king will soon be + tired of his new idol.” + </p> + <p> + “Not before he has overthrown the old one, I fear,” rejoined the earl. + “Jane Seymour's charms have usurped entire sovereignty over him. With all + her air of ingenuousness and simplicity, the minion is artful and + dangerous She has a high mark, I am persuaded—no less than the + throne.” + </p> + <p> + “But Henry cannot wed her—he cannot divorce me,” said Anne. + </p> + <p> + “So thought Catherine of Arragon,” replied her father; “and yet she was + divorced. Anne, I am convinced a plot is hatching against you.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not fear for my life, father?” she cried, trembling. + </p> + <p> + “I trust there are no grounds for charges against you by which it might be + brought in jeopardy,” replied the earl gravely. + </p> + <p> + “None, father—none!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it,” rejoined the earl; “for I have heard that the king said + to one who suggested another divorce to him, 'No, if the queen comes + within the scope of the divorce, she also comes within the pale of the + scaffold.'” + </p> + <p> + “A pledge was extorted from him to that effect,” said Anne, in a hollow + voice. + </p> + <p> + “That an attempt will be made against you, I firmly believe,” replied the + earl; “but if you are wholly innocent you have nothing to fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, father! I know not that,” cried Anne. “Innocence avails little with + the stony-hearted Henry.” + </p> + <p> + “It will prove your best safeguard,” said the earl. “And now farewell, + daughter! Heaven guard you! Keep the strictest watch upon yourself.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he quitted the apartment, and as soon as she was left alone, + the unhappy Anne burst into an agony of tears. + </p> + <p> + From this state of affliction she was roused by hearing her own name + pronounced in low accents, and looking up, she beheld Sir Henry Norris. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Norris!” she said, in a tone of reproach, “you have come hither to + destroy me.” + </p> + <p> + “No one knows of my coming,” he said; “at least, no one who will betray + me. I was brought hither by one who will take care we are not observed.” + </p> + <p> + “By Herne?” demanded Anne. + </p> + <p> + Norris answered in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + “Would you had never leagued yourself with him!” she cried; “I fear the + rash act will bring destruction upon us both.” + </p> + <p> + “It is too late to retract now,” he replied; “besides, there was no help + for it. I sacrificed myself to preserve you.” + </p> + <p> + “But will the sacrifice preserve me?” she cried. “I fear not. I have just + been told that the king is preparing some terrible measure against me—that + he meditates removing me, to make way for Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “You have heard the truth, madam,” replied Norris, “he will try to bring + you to the block.” + </p> + <p> + “And with him, to try is to achieve,” said Anne. “Oh, Norris! it is a + fearful thing to contemplate such a death!” + </p> + <p> + “But why contemplate it, madam?” said Norris; “why, if you are satisfied + that the king has such designs against you—why, if you feel that he + will succeed, tarry for the fatal blow? Fly with me—fly with one who + loves you, and will devote his whole life to you—who regards you, + not as the queen, but as Anne Boleyn. Relinquish this false and hollow + grandeur, and fly with me to happiness and peace.” + </p> + <p> + “And relinquish my throne to Jane Seymour?” rejoined Anne “Never! I feel + that all you assert is true—that my present position is hazardous—that + Jane Seymour is in the ascendant, while I am on the decline, if not wholly + sunk—that you love me entirely, and would devote your life to me—still, + with all these motives for dread, I cannot prevail upon myself voluntarily + to give up my title, and to abandon my post to a rival.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not love me, then, as I love you, Anne,” said Norris. “If I were a + king, I would abandon my throne for you.” + </p> + <p> + “You think so now, Norris, because you are not king,” she replied. “But I + am queen, and will remain so, till I am forced to abandon my dignity.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand, madam,” rejoined Norris gloomily. “But oh I bethink you to + what risks you expose yourself. You know the king's terrible determination—his + vindictiveness, his ferocity.” + </p> + <p> + “Full well,” she replied—“full well; but I will rather die a queen + than live disgrace and ruined. In wedding Henry the Eighth, I laid my + account to certain risks, and those I must brave.” + </p> + <p> + Before Norris could urge anything further, the door was suddenly opened, + and a tall dark figure entered the chamber, and said hastily—“The + king is at hand.” + </p> + <p> + “One word more, and it is my last,” said Norris to Anne. “Will you fly + with me to-night?—all shall be ready.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot,” replied Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Away!” cried Herne, dragging Norris forcibly behind the tapestry. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had they disappeared when Henry entered the chamber. He was in a + gayer mood than had been usual with him of late. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to tell you, madam,” he said, “that I am about to hold jousts + in the castle on the first of May, at which your good brother and mine, + the Lord Rochford, will be the challenger, while I myself shall be the + defendant. You will adjudge the prize.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not make Jane Seymour queen of the jousts?” said Anne, unable to + resist the remark. + </p> + <p> + “She will be present at them,” said Henry, “but I have my own reasons,” he + added significantly, “for not wishing her to appear as queen on this + occasion.” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever may be your reasons, the wish is sufficient for me,” said Anne. + “Nay, will you tarry a moment with me? It is long since we have had any + converse in private together.” + </p> + <p> + “I am busy at this moment,” replied Henry bluffly; “but what is it you + would say to me?” + </p> + <p> + “I would only reproach you for some lack of tenderness, and much neglect,” + said Anne. “Oh, Henry! do you remember how you swore by your life—your + crown—your faith—all that you held sacred or dear—that + you would love me ever?” + </p> + <p> + “And so I would, if I could,” replied the king; “but unfortunately the + heart is not entirely under control. Have you yourself, for instance, + experienced no change in your affections?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” replied Anne. “I have certainly suffered severely from your too + evident regard for Jane Seymour; but, though deeply mortified and + distressed, I have never for a moment been shaken in my love for your + majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “A loyal and loving reply,” said Henry. “I thought I had perceived some + slight diminution in your regard.” + </p> + <p> + “You did yourself grievous injustice by the supposition,” replied Anne. + </p> + <p> + “I would fain believe so,” said the king; “but there are some persons who + would persuade me that you have not only lost your affection for me, but + have even cast eyes of regard on another.” + </p> + <p> + “Those who told you so lied!” cried Anne passionately. “Never woman was + freer from such imputation than myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Never woman was more consummate hypocrite,” muttered Henry. + </p> + <p> + “You do not credit me, I see,” cried Anne. + </p> + <p> + “If I did not, I should know how to act,” replied the king. “You remember + my pledge?” + </p> + <p> + “Full well,” replied Anne; “and if love and duty would not restrain me, + fear would.” + </p> + <p> + “So I felt,” rejoined the king; “but there are some of your sex upon whom + nothing will operate as a warning—so faithless and inconstant are + they by nature. It has been hinted to me that you are one of these; but I + cannot think it. I can never believe that a woman for whom I have placed + my very throne in jeopardy—for whom I have divorced my queen-whose + family I have elevated and ennobled—and whom I have placed upon the + throne would play me false. It is monstrous-incredible!” + </p> + <p> + “It is—it is!” replied Anne. + </p> + <p> + “And now farewell,” said Henry. “I have stayed longer than I intended, and + I should not have mentioned these accusations, which I regard as wholly + groundless, unless you had reproached me.” + </p> + <p> + And he quitted the chamber, leaving Anne in a strange state of perplexity + and terror. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0056" id="link2H_4_0056"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What happened at the Jousts. +</pre> + <p> + The first of May arrived; and though destined to set in darkness and + despair, it arose in sunshine and smiles. + </p> + <p> + All were astir at an early hour within the castle, and preparations were + made for the approaching show. Lists were erected in the upper quadrangle, + and the whole of the vast area was strewn with sand. In front of the royal + lodgings was raised a gallery, the centre of which, being set apart for + the queen and her dames, was covered with cloth of gold and crimson + velvet, on which the royal arms were gorgeously emblazoned. The two wings + were likewise richly decorated, and adorned with scutcheons and pennons, + while from the battlements of the eastern side of the court were hung a + couple of long flags. + </p> + <p> + As soon as these preparations were completed, a throng of pages, esquires, + armourers, archers, and henchmen, entered it from the Norman gateway, and + took up positions within the barriers, the space without the pales being + kept by a double line of halberdiers. Next came the trumpeters, mounted on + richly caparisoned horses, and having their clarions decorated with silken + bandrols, fringed with gold. Stationing themselves at the principal + entrance of the lists, they were speedily joined by the heralds, + pursuivants, and other officers of the tilt-yard. + </p> + <p> + Presently afterwards, the Duke of Suffolk, who was appointed judge of the + lists, appeared, and rode round the arena to see that all was in order. + Apparently well satisfied with the survey, he dismounted, and proceeded to + the gallery. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the crowd within the court was increased by a great influx of + the different members of the household, amongst whom were Shoreditch, + Paddington, and Hector Cutbeard. + </p> + <p> + “Marry, this promises to be a splendid sight!” said the clerk of the + kitchen; “the king will, no doubt, do his devoir gallantly for the sake of + the bright eyes that will look upon him.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean the queen's, of course?” said Shoreditch. + </p> + <p> + “I mean hers who may be queen,” replied Cutbeard; “Mistress Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “May be queen!” exclaimed Shoreditch. “You surely do not think the king + will divorce his present consort?” + </p> + <p> + “Stranger things have happened,” replied Cutbeard significantly. “If I am + not greatly out of my reckoning,” he added, “these are the last jousts + Queen Anne will behold.” + </p> + <p> + “The saints forefend!” cried Shoreditch; “what reason have you for + thinking so?” + </p> + <p> + “That I may not declare,” replied Cutbeard; “but before the jousts are + over you will see whether I have been rightly informed or not.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” exclaimed Shoreditch. “There is a tall monk eyeing us strangely; + and I am not certain that he has not overheard what you have said.” + </p> + <p> + “He is welcome to the intelligence,” replied Cutbeard; “the end will prove + its truth.” + </p> + <p> + Though this was uttered in a confident tone, he nevertheless glanced with + some misgiving at the monk, who stood behind Paddington. The object of the + investigation was a very tall man, with a cowl drawn over his brow. He had + a ragged black beard, fierce dark eyes, and a complexion like bronze. + Seeing Cutboard's glance anxiously fixed upon him, he advanced towards + him, and said in a low tone—“You have nothing to fear from me; but + talk not so loud if you value your head.” + </p> + <p> + “So saying he proceeded to another part of the lists. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that tall monk?” asked Paddington. + </p> + <p> + “Devil knows!” answered Cutbeard; “I never saw him before. But he has a + villainous cut-throat look.” + </p> + <p> + Soon afterwards a flourish of trumpets was heard, and amid their joyous + bruit the queen, sumptuously arrayed in cloth of gold and ermine, and + having a small crown upon her brow, entered the gallery, and took her seat + within it. Never had she looked more beautiful than on this fatal morning, + and in the eyes of all the beholders she completely eclipsed her rival, + Jane Seymour. The latter, who stood on her right hard, and was exquisitely + attired, had a thoughtful and anxious air, as if some grave matter weighed + upon her. + </p> + <p> + While the queen's attendants were taking their places, Lord Rochford, + accompanied by Sir Henry Norris and the Earls of Surrey and Essex, entered + the lists. The four knights were completely armed, and mounted on powerful + steeds barded with rich cloth of gold, embroidered with silver letters. + Each had a great crimson plume in his helmet. They rode singly round the + arena, and bowed as they passed the royal gallery, Norris bending almost + to his saddle-bow while performing his salutation to the queen. + </p> + <p> + The field being thus taken by the challengers, who retired to the upper + end of the court, a trumpet was thrice sounded by a herald, and an answer + was immediately made by another herald stationed opposite Henry the + Seventh's buildings. When the clamour ceased, the king fully armed, and + followed by the Marquis of Dorset, Sir Thomas Wyat, and the Lord Clifford, + rode into the lists. + </p> + <p> + Henry was equipped in a superb suit of armour, inlaid with gold, and + having a breastplate of the globose form, then in vogue; his helmet was + decorated with a large snow-white plume. The trappings of his steed were + of crimson velvet, embroidered with the royal arms, and edged with great + letters of massive gold bullion, full of pearls and precious stones. He + was attended by a hundred gentlemen, armourers, and other officers, + arrayed in white velvet. + </p> + <p> + Having ridden round the court like the others, and addressed his + salutation exclusively to Jane Seymour, Henry took his station with his + companions near the base of the Round Tower, the summit of which was + covered with spectators, as were the towers and battlements around. + </p> + <p> + A trumpet was now sounded, and the king and the Lord Rochford having each + taken a lance from his esquire, awaited the signal to start from the Duke + of Suffolk, who was seated in the left wing of the royal gallery. It was + not long delayed. As the clarion sounded clearly and loudly for the third + time, he called out that the champions might go. + </p> + <p> + No sooner were the words uttered, than the thundering tramp of the steeds + resounded, and the opponents met midway. Both their lances were shivered; + but as the king did not, in the slightest degree, change his position, he + was held to have the best of it. Courses were then run by the others, with + varied success, the Marquis of Dorset being unhorsed by Sir Henry Norris, + whose prowess was rewarded by the plaudits of the assemblage, and what was + infinitely more dear to him, by the smiles of the queen. + </p> + <p> + “You have ridden well, Norris,” cried Henry, advancing towards him. “Place + yourself opposite me, and let us splinter a lance together.” + </p> + <p> + As Norris reined back his steed, in compliance with the injunction, the + tall monk stepped from out the line, and drawing near him, said, “If you + wish to prove victorious, aim at the upper part of the king's helmet.” And + with these words he withdrew. + </p> + <p> + By the time Norris had placed his lance in the rest, the trumpet sounded. + The next moment the word was given, and the champions started. Henry rode + with great impetuosity, and struck Norris in the gorget with such good + will that both he and his steed were shaken. + </p> + <p> + But Norris was more fortunate. Following the advice of the monk, he made + the upper part of the king's helmet his mark, and the blow was so well + dealt, that, though he did not dislodge the royal horseman, it drove back + his steed on its haunches. + </p> + <p> + The success was so unequivocal that Norris was at once declared the victor + by the judge. No applause, however, followed the decision, from a fear of + giving offence to the king. + </p> + <p> + Norris dismounted, and committing his steed to the care of an esquire, and + his lance to a page, took off his helmet and advanced towards the royal + gallery, near which the Earl of Surrey and Sir Thomas Wyat were standing + talking with the other dames. As Norris drew near, Anne leaned over the + edge of the gallery, and smiled at him tenderly, and, whether by design or + accident, let fall her embroidered handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + Norris stooped to pick it up, regarding her as he did so with a glance of + the most passionate devotion. A terrible gaze, however, was fixed on the + unfortunate pair at that moment. It was that of the king. While Henry was + careering in front of the gallery to display himself before Jane Seymour, + a tall monk approached him, and said, “Look at Sir Henry Norris!” + </p> + <p> + Thus addressed, Henry raised his beaver, that he might see more + distinctly, and beheld Norris take up the embroidered handkerchief, which + he recognised as one that he had given, in the early days of his + affection, to the queen. + </p> + <p> + The sight stung him almost to madness, and he had great difficulty in + repressing his choler. But if this slight action, heightened to + importance, as it was, by the looks of the parties, roused his ire, it was + nothing to what followed. Instead of restoring it to the queen, Norris, + unconscious of the danger in which he stood, pressed the handkerchief + fervently to his lips. + </p> + <p> + “I am hitherto the victor of the jousts,” he said; “may I keep this as the + prize?” + </p> + <p> + Anne smiled assent. + </p> + <p> + “It is the proudest I ever obtained,” pursued Norris. And he placed it + within his helmet. + </p> + <p> + “Does your majesty see that?” cried the tall monk, who still remained + standing near the king. + </p> + <p> + “Death of my life!” exclaimed Henry, “it is the very handkerchief I gave + her before our union! I can contain myself no longer, and must perforce + precipitate matters. What ho!” he cried, riding up to that part of the + gallery where the Duke of Suffolk was seated—“let the jousts be + stopped!” + </p> + <p> + “Wherefore, my dear liege?” said Suffolk. “The Earl of Surrey and Sir + Thomas Wyat are about to run a course.” + </p> + <p> + “Let them he stopped I say!” roared Henry, in a tone that admitted of no + dispute. And wheeling round his charger, he dashed into the middle of the + barriers, shouting in loud, authoritative accents, “The jousts are at an + end! Disperse!” + </p> + <p> + The utmost consternation was occasioned by the announcement. The Duke of + Suffolk instantly quitted his seat, and pressed through the crowd to the + king, who whispered a few hasty words in his ear. Henry then called to the + Earl of Surrey, the Marquis of Dorset, the Lord Clifford, Wyat, and some + others, and bidding them attend him, prepared to quit the court. As he + passed the royal gallery, Anne called to him in an agonised voice—“Oh, + Henry! what is the matter?—what have I done?” + </p> + <p> + But without paying the slightest attention to her, he dashed through the + Norman Gate, galloped down the lower quadrangle, and quitted the castle. + </p> + <p> + The confusion that ensued may be imagined. All saw that something + extraordinary and terrible had taken place, though few knew precisely what + it was. Dismay sat in every countenance, and the general anxiety was + heightened by the agitation of the queen, who, uttering a piercing scream, + fell back, and was borne off in a state of insensibility by her + attendants. + </p> + <p> + Unable to control himself at the sight, Norris burst through the guard, + and rushing up the great staircase, soon gained the apartment to which the + queen had been conveyed. Owing to the timely aid afforded her, she was + speedily restored, and the first person her eyes fell upon was her lover. + At the sight of him a glance of affection illumined her features, but it + was instantly changed into an expression of alarm. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture the Duke of Suffolk, who, with Bouchier and a party of + halberdiers, had entered the room, stepped up to the queen, and said-“Will + it please you, madam, to retire to an inner apartment? I grieve to say you + are under arrest.” + </p> + <p> + “Arrest!” exclaimed Anne; “for what crime, your grace?” + </p> + <p> + “You are charged with incontinency towards the king's highness,” replied + Suffolk sternly. + </p> + <p> + “But I am innocent!” cried Anne—“as Heaven shall judge me, I am + innocent!” + </p> + <p> + “I trust you will be able to prove yourself so, madam,” said Suffolk. “Sir + Henry Norris, your person is likewise attached.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I am lost indeed!” exclaimed Anne distractedly. + </p> + <p> + “Do not let these false and malignant accusations alarm you, madam,” said + Norri. “You have nothing to fear. I will die protesting your innocence.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Henry Norris,” said the duke coldly, “your own imprudence has brought + about this sad result.” + </p> + <p> + “I feel it,” replied Norris; “and I deserve the worst punishment that can + be inflicted upon me for it. But I declare to you as I will declare upon + the rack, if I am placed upon it—that the queen is wholly innocent. + Let her not suffer for my fault.” + </p> + <p> + “You hear what Sir Henry says,” cried Anne; “and I call upon you to + recollect the testimony he has borne.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not fail to do so, madam,” replied Suffolk. “Your majesty will + have strict justice.” + </p> + <p> + “Justice!” echoed Anne, with a laugh of bitter incredulity. “Justice from + Henry the Eighth?” + </p> + <p> + “Beseech you, madam, do not destroy yourself,” said Norris, prostrating + himself before her. “Recollect by whom you are surrounded. My folly and + madness have brought you into this strait, and I sincerely implore your + pardon for it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not to blame, Norris,” said Anne; “it is fate, not you, that has + destroyed me. The hand that has dealt this blow is that of a queen within + the tomb.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Bouchier,” said the Duke of Suffolk, addressing that officer, who + stood near him, “you will convey Sir Henry Norris to the strong-room in + the lower gateway, whence he will be removed to the Tower.” + </p> + <p> + “Farewell for ever, Norris!” cried Anne. “We shall meet no more on earth. + In what has fallen on me I recognise the hand of retribution. But the same + measure which has been meted to me shall be dealt to others. I denounce + Jane Seymour before Heaven! She shall not long retain the crown she is + about to snatch from me!” + </p> + <p> + “That imprecation had better have been spared, madam,” said the duke. + </p> + <p> + “Be advised, my gracious mistress,” cried Norris, “and do not let your + grief and distraction place you in the power of your enemies. All may yet + go well.” + </p> + <p> + “I denounce her!” persisted Anne, wholly disregarding the caution; “and I + also denounce the king. No union of his shall be happy, and other blood + than mine shall flow.” + </p> + <p> + At a sign from the duke she was here borne, half suffocated with emotion, + to an inner apartment, while Norris was conveyed by Bouchier and a company + of halberdiers to the lower gateway, and placed within the prison chamber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0057" id="link2H_4_0057"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What passed between Anne Boleyn and the Duke of Suffolk, and + how Herne the Hunter appeared to her in the Oratory. +</pre> + <p> + For some hours Anne Boleyn's attendants were alarmed for her reason, and + there seemed good grounds for the apprehension, so wildly and incoherently + did she talk, and so violently comport herself—she who was usually + so gentle now weeping as if her soul would pass away in tears—now + breaking into fearful hysterical laughter. It was a piteous sight, and + deeply moved all who witnessed it. But towards evening she became calmer, + and desired to be left by herself. Her wish being complied with, she fell + upon her knees, and besought Heaven's forgiveness for her manifold + offences. + </p> + <p> + “May my earthly sufferings,” she cried, “avail me here—after, and + may my blood wash out my guilt. I feel the enormity of my offence, and + acknowledge the justice of my punishment. Pardon me, O injured Catherine—pardon + me, I implore thee! Thou seest in me the most abject pitiable woman in the + whole realm! Overthrown, neglected, despised—about to die a shameful + death—what worse can befall me? Thine anguish was great, but it was + never sharpened by remorse like mine. Oh! that I could live my life over + again. I would resist all the dazzling temptations I have yielded to—above + all, I would not injure thee. Oh! that I had resisted Henry's love—his + false vows—his fatal lures! But it is useless to repine. I have + acted wrongfully and must pay the penalty of my crime. May my tears, my + penitence, my blood operate as an atonement, and procure me pardon from + the merciful Judge before whom I shall shortly appear.” + </p> + <p> + In such prayers and lamentations she passed more than an hour, when her + attendants entered to inform her that the Duke of Suffolk and the Lords + Audley and Cromwell were without, and desired to see her. She immediately + went forth to them. + </p> + <p> + “We are come to acquaint you, madam,” said Suffolk, “that you will be + removed at an early hour tomorrow morning, to the Tower, there to abide + during the king's pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “If the king will have it so, my lords,” she replied, “I must needs go; + but I protest my innocence, and will protest it to the last. I have ever + been a faithful and loyal consort to his highness, and though I may not + have demeaned myself to him so humbly and gratefully as I ought to have + done—seeing how much I owe him—yet I have lacked nothing in + affection and duty. I have had jealous fancies and suspicions of him, + especially of late, and have troubled him with them; but I pray his + forgiveness for my folly, which proceeded from too much regard, and if I + am acquitted of my present charge, I will offend him so no more.” + </p> + <p> + “We will report what you say to the king,” rejoined Suffolk gravely; “but + we are bound to add that his highness does not act on mere suspicion, the + proofs of your guilt being strong against you.” + </p> + <p> + “There can be no such proofs,” cried Anne quickly. “Who are my accusers? + and what do they state?” + </p> + <p> + “You are charged with conspiring against the king's life, and dishonouring + his bed,” replied Suffolk sternly. “Your accusers will appear in due + season.” + </p> + <p> + “They are base creatures suborned for the purpose!” cried Anne. “No loyal + person would so forswear himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Time will show you who they are, madam,” said Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “But having now answered all your questions, I pray you permit us to + retire.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I not see the king before I am taken to the Tower?” said Anne, upon + whom the terror of her situation rushed with new force. + </p> + <p> + “His highness has quitted the castle,” replied Suffolk, “and there is no + likelihood of his return to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “You tell me so to deceive me,” cried Anne. “Let me see him—let me + throw myself at his feet! I can convince him of my innocence and move him + to compassion! Let me see him, I implore of you—I charge you!” + </p> + <p> + “I swear to you, madam, that the king has departed for Hampton Court,” + replied Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “Then take me to him there, under strong guard, or as secretly as you + please,” she cried passionately; “I will return with you instantly, if I + am unsuccessful.” + </p> + <p> + “Were I to comply with your request it would be fruitless, madam,” replied + Suffolk; “the king would not see you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Suffolk!” cried Anne, prostrating herself before him, “I have shown + you many kindnesses in my season of power, and have always stood your + friend with the king. Do me this favour now; I will never forget it. + Introduce me to the king. I am sure I can move his heart, if I can only + see him.” + </p> + <p> + “It would cost me my head, madam,” said the duke in an inexorable tone. + “Rise, I pray you.” + </p> + <p> + “You are more cruel than the king,” said Anne, obeying. “And now, my + lords,” she continued with more composure and dignity, “since you refuse + my last request, and plainly prove to me the sort of justice I may expect, + I will not detain you longer. I shall be ready to attend you to the Tower + tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “The barge will proceed an hour before dawn,” said Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “Must I, then, go by water?” asked Anne. + </p> + <p> + “Such are the king's commands,” replied Suffolk. + </p> + <p> + “It is no matter,” she rejoined; “I shall be ready when you will, for I + shall not retire to rest during the night.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this Suffolk and the others slowly withdrew, and Anne again retired + to the oratory. + </p> + <p> + She remained alone, brooding, in a state of indescribable anguish, upon + the probable fate awaiting her, when all at once, raising her eyes, she + beheld a tall dark figure near the arras. + </p> + <p> + Even in the gloom she recognised Herne the Hunter, and with difficulty + repressed a scream. + </p> + <p> + “Be silent!” cried Herne, with an emphatic gesture. “I am come to deliver + you.” + </p> + <p> + Anne could not repress a joyful cry. + </p> + <p> + “Not so loud,” rejoined Herne, “or you will alarm your attendants. I will + set you free on certain conditions.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! conditions!” exclaimed Anne, recoiling; “if they are such as will + affect my eternal welfare, I cannot accept them.” + </p> + <p> + “You will repent it when it is too late,” replied Herne. “Once removed to + the Tower I can no longer aid you. My power extends only to the forest and + the castle.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you take me to the king at Hampton Court?” said Anne. + </p> + <p> + “It would be useless,” replied Herne. “I will only do what I have stated. + If you fly with me, you can never appear again as Anne Boleyn. Sir Henry + Norris shall be set free at the same time, and you shall both dwell with + me in the forest. Come!” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot go,” said Anne, holding back; “it were to fly to a worse danger. + I may save my soul now; but if I embrace your offer I am lost for ever.” + </p> + <p> + Herne laughed derisively. + </p> + <p> + “You need have no fear on that score,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I will not trust you,” replied Anne. “I have yielded to temptation + already, and am now paying the penalty of it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are clinging to the crown,” said Herne, “because you know that by + this step you will irrecoverably lose it. And you fancy that some change + may yet operate to your advantage with the king. It is a vain delusive + hope. If you leave this castle for the Tower, you will perish + ignominiously on the block.” + </p> + <p> + “What will be, must be!” replied Anne. “I will not save myself in the way + you propose.” + </p> + <p> + “Norris will say, and with reason, that you love him not,” cried Herne. + </p> + <p> + “Then he will wrong me,” replied Anne; “for I do love him. But of what + account were a few years of fevered happiness compared with endless + torture?” + </p> + <p> + “I will befriend you in spite of yourself,” vociferated Herne, seizing her + arm; “you shall go with me!” + </p> + <p> + “I will not,” said Anne, falling on her knees. “Oh, Father of Mercy!” she + cried energetically, “deliver me from this fiend!” + </p> + <p> + “Take your fate, then!” rejoined Herne, dashing her furiously backwards. + </p> + <p> + And when her attendants, alarmed by the sound, rushed into the chamber, + they found her stretched on the floor in a state of insensibility. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0058" id="link2H_4_0058"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + How Herne appeared to Henry In the Home Park. +</pre> + <p> + On that same night, at a late hour, a horseman, mounted on a powerful + steed, entered the eastern side of the home park, and stationed himself + beneath the trees. He had not been there long, when the castle clock + tolled forth the hour of midnight, and ere the deep strokes died away, a + second horseman was seen galloping across the moonlit glade towards him. + </p> + <p> + “Has all been done as I directed, Suffolk?” he demanded, as the newcomer + approached him. + </p> + <p> + “It has, my liege,” replied the duke. “The queen is imprisoned within her + chamber, and will be removed, at early dawn, to the Tower.” + </p> + <p> + “You had better start in an hour from this time,” said the king. “It is a + long passage by water, and I am anxious to avoid all chance of attempt at + rescue.” + </p> + <p> + “Your wishes shall be obeyed,” replied the duke. “Poor soul! her grief was + most agonizing, and I had much ado to maintain my composure. She implored, + in the most passionate manner, to be allowed to see your highness before + her removal. I told her it was impossible; and that even if you were at + the castle, you would not listen to her supplications.” + </p> + <p> + “You did right,” rejoined Henry; “I will never see her more—not that + I fear being moved by her prayers, but that, knowing how deceitful and + faithless she is, I loathe to look upon her. What is expressed upon the + matter by the household? Speak frankly.” + </p> + <p> + “Frankly then,” replied the duke, “your highness's proceedings are + regarded as harsh and unjustifiable. The general opinion is, that you only + desire to remove Anne to make way for Mistress Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! they talk thus, do they?” cried the king. “I will silence their saucy + prating ere long. Tell all who venture to speak to you on the subject that + I have long suspected the queen of a secret liking for Norris, but that I + determined to conceal my suspicions till I found I had good warrant for + them. That occurred, as you know, some weeks ago. However, I awaited a + pretext for proceeding against them, and it was furnished by their own + imprudence to-day. Convinced that something would occur, I had made my + preparations; nor was I deceived. You may add, also, that not until my + marriage is invalidated, Anne's offspring illegitimatised, and herself + beheaded, shall I consider the foul blot upon my name removed.” + </p> + <p> + “Has your majesty any further commands?” said Suffolk. “I saw Norris in + his prison before I rode forth to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him be taken to the Tower, under a strong escort, at once,” said + Henry. “Lord Rochford, I suppose, has already been removed there?” + </p> + <p> + “He has,” replied the duke. “Shall I attend your majesty to your + followers?” + </p> + <p> + “It is needless,” replied the king. “They are waiting for me, close at + hand, at the foot of Datchet Bridge. Fare well, my good brother; look well + to your prisoners. I shall feel more easy when Anne is safely lodged + within the Tower.” + </p> + <p> + So saying he wheeled round, and striking spurs into his steed, dashed + through the trees, while the duke rode back to the castle. + </p> + <p> + Henry had not proceeded far, when a horseman, mounted on a sable steed, + emerged from the thicket, and galloped up to him. The wild attire and + antlered helm of this personage proclaimed the forest fiend. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! thou here, demon!” cried the king, his lion nature overmastered by + superstitious fear for a moment. “What wouldst thou?” + </p> + <p> + “You are on the eve of committing a great crime,” replied Herne; “and I + told you that at such times I would always appear to you.” + </p> + <p> + “To administer justice is not to commit crime,” rejoined the king. “Anne + Boleyn deserves her fate.” + </p> + <p> + “Think not to impose on me as you have imposed on Suffolk!” cried Herne, + with a derisive laugh. “I know your motives better; I know you have no + proof of her guilt, and that in your heart of hearts you believe her + innocent. But you destroy her because you would wed Jane Seymour! We shall + meet again ere long—ho! ho! ho!” + </p> + <p> + And giving the rein to his steed, he disappeared among the trees. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0059" id="link2H_4_0059"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The Signal Gun. +</pre> + <p> + Anne Boleyn's arraignment took place in the great hall of the White Tower, + on the 16th of May, before the Duke of Norfolk, who was created lord high + steward for the occasion, and twenty-six peers. The duke had his seat + under a canopy of state, and beneath him sat the Earl of Surrey as deputy + earl-marshal. + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding an eloquent and impassioned defence, Anne was found + guilty; and having been required to lay aside her crown and the other + insignia of royalty, was condemned to be burned or beheaded at the king's + pleasure. + </p> + <p> + On the following day, she was summoned to the archiepiscopal palace at + Lambeth, whither she was privately conveyed; and her marriage with the + king was declared by Cranmer to be null and void, and to have always been + so. Death by the axe was the doom awarded to her by the king, and the day + appointed for the execution was Friday the 19th of May, at the hour of + noon. + </p> + <p> + Leaving the conduct of the fatal ceremony to the Duke of Suffolk, who had + orders to have a signal gun fired from the summit of the White Tower, + which was to be answered from various points, when all was over, Henry + repaired to Windsor Castle on the evening of Thursday. Before this, he had + formally offered his hand to Jane Seymour; and while the unfortunate queen + was languishing within the Tower, he was basking in the smiles of his new + mistress, and counting the hours till he could make her his own. On the + Tuesday before the execution, Jane Seymour retired to her father's + mansion, Wolff Hall, in Wiltshire, where preparations were made for the + marriage, which it was arranged should take place there in private on the + Saturday. + </p> + <p> + On arriving at the castle, Henry gave out that he should hunt on the + following morning in the great park, and retired to his closet. But he did + not long remain there, and putting on the garb of a yeoman of the guard, + descended by the narrow flight of steps (already mentioned as occupying + the same situation as the existing Hundred Steps) to the town, and + proceeded to the Garter, where he found several guests assembled, + discussing the affairs of the day, and Bryan Bowntance's strong ale at the + same time. Amongst the number were the Duke of Shoreditch, Paddington, + Hector Cutbeard, and Kit Coo. At the moment of the king's entrance, they + were talking of the approaching execution. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the vanity of worldly greatness!” exclaimed Bryan, lifting up his + hands. “Only seven years ago, last Saint George's Day, this lovely queen + first entered the castle with the king, amid pomp and splendour and power, + and with a long life—apparently—of happiness before her. And + now she is condemned to die.” + </p> + <p> + “But if she has played the king false she deserves her doom,” replied + Shoreditch. “I would behead my own wife if she served me the same trick—that + is, if I could.” + </p> + <p> + “You do right to say 'if you could,'” rejoined Paddington. “The beheading + of a wife is a royal privilege, and cannot be enjoyed by a subject.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, I wonder how the king could prefer Mistress Jane Seymour, for my + part!” said Hector Cutbeard. “To my thinking she is not to be compared + with Queen Anne.” + </p> + <p> + “She has a lovely blue eye, and a figure as straight as an arrow,” + returned Shoreditch. “How say you, master?” he added, turning to the king; + “what think you of Mistress Jane Seymour?” + </p> + <p> + “That she is passably fair, friend,” replied Henry. + </p> + <p> + “But how as compared with the late—that is, the present queen, for, + poor soul! she has yet some hours to live,” rejoined Shoreditch. “How, as + compared with her?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, I think Jane Seymour the more lovely, Undoubtedly,” replied Henry. + “But I may be prejudiced.” + </p> + <p> + “Not in the least, friend,” said Cutbeard. “You but partake of your royal + master's humour. Jane Seymour is beautiful, no doubt, and so was Anne + Boleyn. Marry! we shall see many fair queens on the throne. The royal + Henry has good taste and good management. He sets his subjects a rare + example, and shows them how to get rid of troublesome wives. We shall all + divorce or hang our spouses when we get tired of them. I almost wish I was + married myself, that I might try the experiment-ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, here's the king's health!” cried Shoreditch, “and wishing him as + many wives as he may desire. What say you, friend?” he added, turning to + Henry. “Will you not drink that toast?” + </p> + <p> + “That will I,” replied Henry; “but I fancy the king will be content for + the present with Mistress Jane Seymour.” + </p> + <p> + “For the present, no doubt,” said Hector Cutbeard; “but the time will come—and + ere long—when Jane will be as irksome to him as Anne is now.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, God's death, knave! darest thou say so?” cried Henry furiously. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I have said nothing treasonable, I hope?” rejoined Cutbeard, turning + pale; “I only wish the king to be happy in his own way. And as he seems to + delight in change of wives, I pray that he may have it to his heart's + content.” + </p> + <p> + “A fair explanation,” replied Henry, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Let me give a health, my masters!” cried a tall archer, whom no one had + hitherto noticed, rising in one corner of the room. “It is—The + headsman of Calais, and may he do his work featly tomorrow!” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ha! ha! a good toast!” cried Hector Cutbeard. + </p> + <p> + “Seize him who has proposed it!” cried the king, rising; “it is Herne the + Hunter!” + </p> + <p> + “I laugh at your threats here as elsewhere, Harry,” cried Herne. “We shall + meet tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + And flinging the horn cup in the face of the man nearest him, he sprang + through an open window at the back, and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + Both Cutbeard and Shoreditch were much alarmed lest the freedom of their + expressions should be taken in umbrage by the king; but he calmed their + fears by bestowing a good humoured buffet on the cheek of the latter of + them, and quitting the hostel, returned to the castle by the same way he + had left it. + </p> + <p> + On the following morning, about ten o'clock, he rode into the great park, + attended by a numerous train. His demeanour was moody and stern, and a + general gloom pervaded the company. Keeping on the western side of the + park, the party crossed Cranbourne chase; but though they encountered + several fine herds of deer, the king gave no orders to uncouple the + hounds. + </p> + <p> + At last they arrived at that part of the park where Sandpit Gate is now + situated, and pursuing a path bordered by noble trees, a fine buck was + suddenly unharboured, upon which Henry gave orders to the huntsmen and + others to follow him, adding that he himself should proceed to Snow Hill, + where they would find him an hour hence. + </p> + <p> + All understood why the king wished to be alone, and for what purpose he + was about to repair to the eminence in question, and therefore, without a + word, the whole company started off in the chase. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the king rode slowly through the woods, often pausing to listen + to the distant sounds of the hunters, and noticing the shadows on the + greensward as they grew shorter, and proclaimed the approach of noon. At + length he arrived at Snow Hill, and stationed himself beneath the trees on + its summit. + </p> + <p> + From this point a magnificent view of the castle, towering over its pomp + of woods, now covered with foliage of the most vivid green, was commanded. + The morning was bright and beautiful, the sky cloudless, and a gentle rain + had fallen over night, which had tempered the air and freshened the leaves + and the greensward. The birds were singing blithely in the trees, and at + the foot of the hill crouched a herd of deer. All was genial and + delightful, breathing of tenderness and peace, calculated to soften the + most obdurate heart. + </p> + <p> + The scene was not without its effect upon Henry; but a fierce tumult raged + within his breast. He fixed his eyes on the Round Tower, which was + distinctly visible, and from which he expected the signal, and then tried + to peer into the far horizon. But he could discern nothing. A cloud passed + over the sun, and cast a momentary gloom over the smiling landscape. At + the same time Henry's fancy was so powerfully excited, that he fancied he + could behold the terrible tragedy enacting at the Tower. + </p> + <p> + “She is now issuing forth into the green in front of Saint Peter's + Chapel,” said Henry to himself. “I can see her as distinctly as if I were + there. Ah, how beautiful she looks! and how she moves all hearts to pity! + Suffolk, Richmond, Cromwell, and the Lord Mayor are there to meet her. She + takes leave of her weeping attendants—she mounts the steps of the + scaffold firmly—she looks round, and addresses the spectators. How + silent they are, and how clearly and musically her voice sounds! She + blesses me.—I hear It!—I feel it here! Now she disrobes + herself, and prepares for the fatal axe. It is wielded by the skilful + executioner of Calais, and he is now feeling its edge. Now she takes leave + of her dames, and bestows a parting gift on each. Again she kneels and + prays. She rises. The fatal moment is at hand. Even now she retains her + courage—she approaches the block, and places her head upon it. The + axe is raised—ha!” + </p> + <p> + The exclamation was occasioned by a flash of fire from the battlements of + the Round Tower, followed by a volume of smoke, and in another second the + deep boom of a gun was heard. + </p> + <p> + At the very moment that the flash was seen, a wild figure, mounted on a + coal-black steed, galloped from out the wood, and dashed towards Henry, + whose horse reared and plunged as he passed. + </p> + <p> + “There spoke the knell of Anne Boleyn!” cried Herne, regarding Henry + sternly, and pointing to the Round Tower. “The bloody deed is done, and + thou art free to wed once more. 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