Part 83 (1/2)
”It is time, Master Nicholas a.s.sheton,” said the master of the ceremonies.
”I am ready to attend you, Sir John,” replied Nicholas, taking a parchment from his doublet, and unfolding it, ”the pet.i.tion is well signed.”
”So I see, sir,” replied the knight, glancing at it. ”Will not your friends come with you?”
”Most a.s.suredly,” replied Richard, who had risen on the knight's appearance. And he followed the others down the staircase.
By direction of the master of the ceremonies, nearly a hundred of the more important gentlemen of the county had been got together, and this train was subsequently swelled to thrice the amount, from the accessions it received from persons of inferior rank when its object became known. At the head of this large a.s.semblage Nicholas was now placed, and, accompanied by Sir John Finett, who gave the word to the procession to follow them, he moved slowly up the court. Pa.s.sing through the brilliant crowd of equestrians, the procession halted at a short distance from the doorway of the great hall, and James, who had been waiting for its approach within, now came forth, amid the cheers and plaudits of the spectators.
Sir John Finett then led Nicholas forward, and the latter, dropping on one knee, said-
”May it please your Majesty, I hold in my hand a pet.i.tion, signed as, if you will deign to cast your eyes over it, you will perceive, by many hundreds of the lower orders of your loving subjects in this your county of Lancaster, representing that they are debarred from lawful recreations upon Sunday after afternoon service, and upon holidays, and praying that the restrictions imposed in 1579, by the Earls of Derby and Huntingdon, and by William, Bishop of Chester, commissioners to her late Highness, Elizabeth, of glorious memory, your Majesty's predecessor, may be withdrawn.”
And with this he placed in the King's hands the pet.i.tion, which Was very graciously received.
”The complaint of our loving subjects in Lancas.h.i.+re shall not pa.s.s unnoticed, sir,” said James. ”Sorry are we to say it, but this county of ours is sair infested wi' folk inclining to Puritanism and Papistry, baith of which sects are adverse to the cause of true religion. Honest mirth is not only tolerable but praiseworthy, and the prohibition of it is likely to breed discontent, and this our enemies ken fu' weel; for when,” he continued, loudly and emphatically-”when shall the common people have leave to exercise if not upon Sundays and holidays, seeing they must labour and win their living on all other days?”
”Your Majesty speaks like King Solomon himself,” observed Nicholas, amid the loud cheering.
”Our will and pleasure then is,” pursued James, ”that our good people be not deprived of any lawful recreation that shall not tend to a breach of the laws, or a violation of the Kirk; but that, after the end of divine service, they shall not be disturbed, letted, or discouraged from, any lawful recreation-as dancing and sic like, either of men or women, archery, leaping, vaulting, or ony ither harmless recreation; nor frae the having of May-games, Whitsun ales, or morris dancing; nor frae setting up of May-poles, and ither sports, therewith used, provided the same be had in due and convenient time, without impediment or neglect of divine service. And our will further is, that women shall have leave to carry rushes to the church, for the decoring of it, according to auld custom. But we prohibit all unlawful games on Sundays, as bear-baiting and bull-baiting, interludes, and, by the common folk-mark ye that, sir-playing at bowls.”[3]
The royal declaration was received with loud and reiterated cheers, amidst which James mounted his steed, a large black docile-looking charger, and rode out of the court, followed by the whole cavalcade.
Trumpets were sounded from the battlements as he pa.s.sed through the gateway, and shouting crowds attended him all the way down the hill, until he entered the avenue leading to the park.
At the conclusion of the royal address, the procession headed by Nicholas immediately dispersed, and such as meant to join the chase set off in quest of steeds. Foremost amongst these was the squire himself, and on approaching the stables, he was glad to find Richard and Sherborne already mounted, the former holding his horse by the bridle, so that he had nothing to do but vault upon his back. There was an impatience about Richard, very different from his ordinary manner, that surprised and startled him, and the expression of the young man's countenance long afterwards haunted him. The face was deathly pale, except that on either cheek burned a red feverish spot, and the eyes blazed with unnatural light. So much was the squire struck by his cousin's looks, that he would have dissuaded him from going forth; but he saw from his manner that the attempt would fail, while a significant gesture from his brother-in-law told him he was equally uneasy.
Scarcely had the princ.i.p.al n.o.bles pa.s.sed through the gateway, than, in spite of all efforts to detain him, Richard struck spurs into his horse, and dashed amidst the cavalcade, creating great disorder, and rousing the ire of the Earl of Pembroke, to whom the marshalling of the train was entrusted. But Richard paid little heed to his wrath, and perhaps did not hear the angry expressions addressed to him; for no sooner was he outside the gate, than instead of pursuing the road down which the King was proceeding, and which has been described as hewn out of the rock, he struck into a thicket on the right, and, in defiance of all attempts to stop him, and at the imminent risk of breaking his neck, rode down the precipitous sides of the hill, and reaching the bottom in safety, long before the royal cavalcade had attained the same point, took the direction of the park.
His friends watched him commence this perilous descent in dismay; but, though much alarmed, they were unable to follow him.
”Poor lad! I am fearful he has lost his senses,” said Sherborne.
”He is what the King would call 'fey,' and not long for this world,” replied Nicholas, shaking his head.
CHAPTER VIII-HOW KING JAMES HUNTED THE HART AND THE WILD-BOAR IN HOGHTON PARK.
Galloping on fast and furiously, Richard tracked a narrow path of greensward, lying between the tall trees composing the right line of the avenue and the adjoining wood. Within it grew many fine old thorns, diverting him now and then from his course, but he still held on until he came within a short distance of the chase, when his attention was caught by a very singular figure. It was an old man, clad in a robe of coa.r.s.e brown serge, with a cowl drawn partly over his head, a rope girdle like that used by a cordelier, sandal shoon, and a venerable white beard descending to his waist. The features of the hermit, for such he seemed, were majestic and benevolent. Seated on a bank overgrown with wild thyme, beneath the shade of a broad-armed elm, he appeared so intently engaged in the perusal of a large open volume laid on his knee, that he did not notice Richard's approach. Deeply interested, however, by his appearance, the young man determined to address him, and, reining in his horse, said respectfully, ”Save you, father!”
”Pa.s.s on, my son,” replied the old man, without raising his eyes, ”and hinder not my studies.”
But Richard would not be thus dismissed.
”Perchance you are not aware, father,” he said, ”that the King is about to hunt within the park this morning. The royal cavalcade has already left Hoghton Tower, and will be here ere many minutes.”
”The king and his retinue will pa.s.s along the broad avenue, as you should have done, and not through this retired road,” replied the hermit. ”They will not disturb me.”
”I would fain know the subject of your studies, father?” inquired Richard.