CHAPTER XVII.

About the hour of ten, on the morning following the day of which we

have just been speaking, Simon de Montfort sat alone at a small table

in a room adjoining that which he used as a council chamber. Manifold

papers and parchments were before him, and a rude map of England, such

as the geographical skill of that day enabled men to produce, lay

underneath his large powerful hand, with the forefinger resting upon

the word, Gloucester. His brow was heavy and his teeth were set; and he

fixed his eyes--we cannot call it vacantly, for they were full of

expression, though without sight--upon the opposite wall of the room,

while his right hand ran slowly up and down the hilt of his heavy

sword.

"Care," he said--"continual care! thought, and anxiety, and

strife!--Oh, life, life! the gilded bubble--how is it that man clings

to thee so fondly!--Who would not gladly be waked from an unpleasant

dream? and yet how troublous is this sad dream of human existence,

which we are so loath to lose? Some five or six years in early youth,

when fancy, passion, and inexperience forbid us to think, and teach us

only to enjoy, may have a portion of chequered brightness; but the

rest, alas! has its care for every day, and its anxiety for every hour.

It is a weary place, this world to dwell in, and life but a grim and

discontented tenant of the house!"

He paused, and looked at the papers again, but it seemed difficult for

him to fix his mind upon them. "It is strange," he continued--"I am not

often thus; but I feel as if all things were passing away from me. Can

it be, that sometimes the spirit has an indication of coming fate, from

beings that we see not?--It may be so--but it is weak to give way to

such thoughts. It is with human actions and endeavours that we have now

to do. Ho! without there!--Does any one wait?" he continued, addressing

a servant who appeared at his call.

"The constable of the guard of the west court, my lord," replied the

attendant; "he has something to report."

"Send him, in," said the Earl of Leicester; "and dispatch a messenger

to the Earl of Ashby, with many courteous greetings, to say that I am

ready to receive him when it suits his pleasure: the same to the Earl

of Monthermer and the lord Hugh.--Now, constable, what have you to tell

me?"

The servant had beckoned in from the door where he stood, a sturdy

soldier, clad in full armour, except the casque; and the latter now

replied to Leicester's question--

"You told me, my lord, that the pass was withdrawn from Sir Richard de

Ashby, and that he was no more to have access either to the King or the

Prince."

"I said, moreover," answered Leicester, "that he was to quit Hereford.

Is he not gone?"

"He may be now, my lord," replied the soldier, "but last night I found

him several times lingering about the castle."

"If you find him any more, arrest him on the spot," cried De Montfort,

hastily. "Methinks the man is a traitor. I sent him hence for his good;

if he come back, evil shall overtake him."

He spoke evidently with considerable irritation, which the Great Earl

of Leicester, as he was generally called, was seldom, if ever, known to

display. Impetuous he certainly had been in his early youth; and pride

and sternness had been faults of his years; but excitement upon

trifling occasions was so foreign to his character, that the constable

of the guard, as he retired from his presence, muttered--"Something

must have gone very wrong with the Great Earl; I never saw him so

before."

When the officer had departed, Simon de Montfort rose, and took two or

three turns up and down the room, murmuring to himself--"Each petty

knave dares to disobey me; but I doubt these Ashbys; they are none of

them stern and steadfast in the cause of right. This conference with

Gloucester, on pretence of being stopped by his troops--'tis

rank,--'tis evident. But we shall soon hear more. Here they come, I

suppose:" and opening the door into the council-room, he walked slowly

to the head of the table, while the old Earl of Monthermer advanced to

meet him, and Hugh lingered for a moment at the opposite side reading a

note which seemed to have been just put into his hands.

"Public or private?" asked De Montfort, looking upon his young friend

with a smile.

"Private, my lord," answered Hugh--"at least it is marked so; and

though I have some doubt of the honesty of the writer, I will keep it

private--at least for the present."

The Earl was about to reply; but at that moment the jingling step of

Alured de Ashby was heard in the stone corridor at the top of the

stairs; and after a brief pause he followed, his father into the

council chamber.

"Welcome, my Lord of Ashby," said De Montfort, advancing, and taking

the Earl's hand. "I am right glad to see you here; and welcome, too,

Lord Alured. I fear that you have passed through some perils, and met

with somewhat rough treatment on your road hither?"

"Perils, my lord, I may have passed through," answered Alured, "but

rough treatment I have none to complain of. The noble Earl of

Gloucester treated me with more courtesy than I had a right to expect;

and, as you see, suffered me to proceed, to join your lordship."

De Montfort strove in vain to prevent his brow from gathering into a

heavy frown; and he replied, with a bitter smile--"Doubtless the Earl

is wise."

In the meanwhile the Earl of Ashby had been greeting cordially the

Monthermer and his nephew; and the sight of their mutual courtesies,

which was in no way pleasant to Alured de Ashby, prevented him, in all

probability, from making a rash reply to the Earl of Leicester.

"Well, sir," he said, not noticing the words of De Montfort, but

turning sharply to Hugh, "you informed me, some time ago, that the

cause of my sister's being carried off and detained by some rude

country people, or forest outlaws, would be explained to my good father

here. Pray let us hear it in this noble presence! I am as curious as a

woman."

"Tush, Alured!" cried his father; "you are an impatient, irritable boy.

First let me render thanks to our young friend, for his gallant,

well-conducted search after our dear Lucy, and for restoring her to us

so soon."

"Whatever thanks he has merited, my lord," replied Alured, "I am right

willing to pay; but first I wish to hear the full extent of his great

deservings, lest my gratitude should overwhelm me. Luckily, however,

there is a small deduction to be made, for having even at this early

hour, brought an unjust charge against our kinsman Richard, and roused

dark suspicions of him in the breast of this noble Earl."

"I fear, my young friend," said the old Lord of Monthermer, in a calm

and kindly tone, "that the gratitude which seems to sit so heavy upon

you--if there prove any cause for gratitude at all, which I doubt--can

suffer no diminution on the account you would place against it. The

charge against your kinsman was made by me, not Hugh. I neither

concealed any part of the suspicion, nor aggravated it in the least;

but merely told noble De Montfort that which we all know, and which

behoved him to be acquainted with, when he was trusting daily near

Prince Edward a person of whom even your father must entertain grave

doubts."

"No--no! not so, my lord!" cried the Earl of Ashby, "my doubts have

been dispelled."

Some farther conversation, of a menacing character, took place, the old

Lord of Monthermer showing himself desirous of soothing the two Lords

of Ashby, but Alured evidently striving to drive the matter to a

personal quarrel.

It is no easy task, with a companion so disposed, to avoid

administering some occasion of offence; and although Hugh de

Monthermer, in his love for Lucy, found every motive for avoiding a

breach with her brother, yet there was a point of endurance beyond

which even that inducement could not carry him.

"Well--well, Lord Alured," he said, at length, "it is clear to me, and

must be clear to all, what is your object now. You have never forgotten

ancient feuds, though we all agreed to cast them aside for ever. I

would do all that is honourable and just, to maintain and strengthen

every kindly feeling between our two houses, but even the desire of so

doing shall not induce me to swerve from what I consider right. I

believe Richard de Ashby to be a false traitor, unworthy of the name he

bears; for your noble race, whatever side it has taken, has never

produced such a one before."

"And I maintain him honest and true," replied Alured, "and will uphold

it at----"

He was going to add, the spear's point; but his father stopped him,

exclaiming--"Hush--hush! no violence! Hear what Lord Hugh would say."

"At all events," said De Montfort, "have some respect, sir, for those

in whose presence you speak."

Alured de Ashby bit his lip, but made no reply, and Hugh de Monthermer

turned with a glowing cheek to the Earl of Ashby, inquiring--"My lord,

have you heard from your daughter, in whose hands I found her?"

"I have not seen her," replied the Earl--"I have not yet seen her. This

city is so full of troops and armed men, that Alured judged it better

to leave her at a place a short distance hence, between this and

Gloucester. But Alured has told me what she told him."

"Well then, my lord," continued Hugh, "I have but to add, that the men

in whose hands she was, and against whom I could bring no force

sufficient to set her free, agreed to liberate her on condition that I

requested you, by your honour and high name, to compel your kinsman,

Richard de Ashby, to restore the unhappy girl he carried off, when we

all met in Barnesdale, to the house of her father, John Greenly, and to

make him pay such dowry, on her entering a convent, as may punish him

and ensure her reception. It was as a hostage for her return that they

seized your daughter; and it was only upon this condition that they set

her free."

"May I know," demanded Alured de Ashby, assuming a sweet and

ceremonious tone, which contrasted strangely with the workings of anger

and pride in his face--"may I know, fair sir, whether this demand is

made of my father by these courteous outlaws of Sherwood, or by the

noble Lord Hugh de Monthermer?"

"Hush! Alured, I will have none of this!" exclaimed his father again.

"You are too violent! Surely I have maintained the dignity of my house

all my days, and can do it without your help. Now, my Lord Hugh, from

whom comes this demand?"

"It comes, my lord," replied Hugh, "from all those persons who held

your daughter in their power. To you, my lord, for whom I entertain so

much respect, I bear it unwillingly, and bear it only in the name of

others; but it is my purpose, I acknowledge, whenever and wheresoever I

meet Richard de Ashby, to demand that and more at his hands."

"Sir!" cried Alured, "there is one here present right willing and ready

to put himself in the place of his cousin, and render you every account

of his conduct you can desire."

Hugh turned from him with a look from which he could not altogether

banish some contempt. "When I find, my lord," he replied, "that Richard

de Ashby is lame or impotent, a woman or a monk, I will consent to his

appointing a champion, but not till then. I have no quarrel with you,

my lord, and do not intend to have one."

"Methinks, my Lord of Ashby," said De Montfort, who had been speaking

for a moment apart with the old Earl of Monthermer--"methinks the

demand made upon you is but just, let it come from whom it may. These

men held your daughter in their power, and they fixed certain

conditions, taking it for granted you would execute which, they set the

lady free. Those conditions in themselves are fair, if I understand the

matter rightly; and it were better far to yield to them, than now to

dispute the matter, when your daughter has thus attained her

liberty.--It would be more honourable, I say."

The colour came up in the old Earl de Ashby's cheek.

"The house of Ashby, my lord," he replied, "permits no one to dictate

to it, what is for its honour to do."

"Far less," cried Alured, "will it allow an ancient enemy, presuming on

the forbearance which has already given pardon and forgiveness for many

offences, to bring false charges against one of its members, and then

dictate how its chief is to act!"

"Pardon and forgiveness!" exclaimed Hugh de Monthermer--"false charges!

These are strange terms. As to the truth of the accusation, if your

base kinsman, sir, dares to put forth still the lying pretext that he

made use of when last I saw him, and to lay, upon the same scapegoat,

the blame of corresponding with the enemies of the state and of

carrying off this poor girl, his falsehood now can soon be proved, for

she has been seen with him in this very city."

Alured looked down and bit his lip; and the old Lord of Monthermer,

anxious to prevent the house of Ashby from abandoning that cause which

he conceived to be just and right, interposed in the calm, grave manner

which was usual with him, saying--"Do not suppose, my noble friend,

that my Lord of Leicester wishes to dictate to you in any degree. It is

fair that he should submit for your consideration whether it will not

be more honourable to your family to clear it of the stain which this

man's conduct leaves upon it."

"I can meddle, my lord, with no man's pastimes," said the Earl de

Ashby, carried away by the example of his son. "Richard de Ashby is not

my page, for me to chastise him, if he plays the fool with a peasant's

daughter. I cannot meddle in the matter."

"Would your lordship not have meddled," asked De Montfort, sternly, "if

your daughter's freedom had still depended on it. Methinks you would

then have found right soon motives sufficient to interfere, and that

somewhat vigorously."

"Well, my lord," cried the Earl, in an angry tone,--for where weakness

goes hand in hand with wrong, wrath is never far behind; "at all

events, it is no affair of yours! This is no public matter, but a

private business, put upon me by Lord Hugh of Monthermer."

"Nay, my good lord--nay!" exclaimed Hugh, "most unwillingly did I

undertake it; but surely you would not have had me risk your daughter's

liberation, by hesitating to convey to you a mere demand, which,

without obtaining her deliverance at all, might have been sent by any

other person."

"And carried by any other, with much more grace than by a pretended

friend," rejoined Alured de Ashby.

"Young gentleman," said the old Earl of Monthermer, "you have done

mischief enough this morning, whether you intended it or not. Do no

more mischief, I beseech you; nor make those part enemies who would

fain be friends. Your father's answer is given--he will not meddle in

the affair; so let it rest. Hugh has done his duty, and he has had,

moreover, the pleasure and the honour of serving and protecting a lady.

Whatever more is to be done rests with yourselves."

"Not entirely," replied De Montfort, with a frown; "I have some say in

this business."

"How so, my lord?" demanded the Earl of Ashby, sharply. "I will allow

no one--, not the highest in all the laud, to judge for me, as to my

private conduct."

"You are somewhat hasty, my good lord," said De Montfort, coldly.

"Hasty or not," interrupted Alured de Ashby, eager to widen the breach

as far as possible, "my father is right in what he says: and I say yea

to him."

"So bold!" said De Montfort, contemptuously; "so very bold for so young

a bird! Methinks its wings want clipping, lest it should flee away!"

Alured de Ashby saw that he had gone somewhat too far, and might,

perhaps, if he said more, endanger his own liberty. At least, conscious

of his own purposes, he so construed the words of the Earl of

Leicester. His haughty spirit, however, would not bow to qualify even

in a degree the rash language he had used, and he remained sullenly

silent, looking down upon the ground, while the great Earl continued

with his keen grey eyes fixed sternly upon him.

"To end all this," De Montfort went on, "and to conclude a conversation

which has continued too long, there are other charges against your

kinsman, Earl of Ashby, which cannot exactly be trusted to your

lordship's lenity. They are somewhat more serious than debauching a

country girl; and as it has been proved that he has been seen with this

light-o'-love damsel, who, by his own confession, went off with one

undoubtedly a traitor to these realms, it is strong presumptive proof

that he still has that traitor in his service, or knows more of him

than is befitting. Under these circumstances, I have already ordered

his arrest, should he enter Hereford; and now, moreover, I will have

him sought for, and if he be a traitor, deal with him as such--which I

will likewise do with all who prove so;" he added, in a marked tone.

"Your lordship is right," said Alured de Ashby; and he muttered between

his teeth so low that it could not be heard--"If you can catch them!"

"Now, good morning to you, my lords," continued De Montfort; "at three

this evening we will hold a council, to consider of proclaiming

Mortimer and others, traitors. We shall expect you all to be present.

Come with me, Monthermer--come with me, Lord Hugh! We will have no high

words upon the stairs."

Lord Ashby and his son turned away, with frowning brows; and, as they

descended to the court-yard, two short sentences were spoken, which

decided the fate of both. "I know not what may be your purpose, my

father," said Alured, "but my course is determined. I will neither be

the jest of the Monthermers nor the slave of Simon de Montfort!"

"Nor I either, Alured," answered the Earl, in a low tone; and without

more comment they mounted their horses, and rode back to the inn.

They had scarcely quitted the court when Hugh de Monthermer appeared in

it, with a hasty step. One of the small party of armed retainers who

had accompanied him instantly led forwards his horse, and he sprang

into the saddle. "Which way did the Earl of Ashby take?" he demanded.

"Through that gate, my lord," replied the man; and, bidding the

servants follow him, the young knight was turning towards the other

archway, when he felt something pull his stirrup, and looking down,

beheld the boy Tangel, holding up his long bony hand with many a

curious grimace.

"I will speak with thee by and by, Tangel," said Hugh; "I will be back

in an hour."

"Ay, by and by is the cat that lapped up all the cream!" cried the

dwarf. "By and by wont do, I must speak with you now! I have much to

say!"

"Then you must get a horse, and follow me, Tangel," replied the young

lord--"it is already near the hour named. I go up the hill--be quick!"

and he put spurs to his horse. The dwarf gazed after him for a minute,

murmuring--"He'll be an hour too soon, if he do not mind!" and turned

away.