Part 6 (1/2)
”It is very beautiful, and the stars are very bright tonight; but where are we going?”
”You will soon find out.”
Finding his royal companion so uncommunicative, Elfric remained silent, trusting that a few minutes would unravel the mystery.
But an hour had pa.s.sed, during which the boat steadily progressed up stream, before the watermen pulled in for the sh.o.r.e, and a dark building loomed before them in dim shadow.
”Here is the place,” said Edwy. ”Be ready, my men, to take us back about midnight, or a little later;” and he threw some pieces of money amongst them.
Pa.s.sing through a large garden, they arrived at a porch before a stout door garnished with k.n.o.bs of iron, which might bid defiance to thief or burglar.
”Whose house is this?” asked Elfric.
”Wait; you shall soon see.”
The loud knocking Edwy made at the door soon brought some domestics, who, opening a small wicket, discovered the ident.i.ty of their princ.i.p.al visitor, and immediately threw open the door.
”Thanks,” said Edwy; ”we were almost frozen.”
Pa.s.sing through a kind of atrium--for the old Roman fas.h.i.+on was still sometimes followed in this particular--the domestics ushered the visitors into a room brilliantly lighted by torches stuck in cressets projecting from the walls, and by huge wax candles upon a table spread for a feast. The light revealed a small but apparently select party, who seemed to await the prince: a lady, who appeared to be the mistress of the mansion; a young girl apparently about the age of Edwy, who, calling her his fair cousin, saluted her fondly; and two or three youths, whose gaudy dress and affected manners were strongly in contrast with the stern simplicity of the times.
After saluting each person with the greatest freedom, Edwy introduced his companion.
”Here is a young novice I have brought to learn the n.o.ble art of merrymaking, of wine and wa.s.sail. We have both been literally starved at the palace--I should say monastery--of Monk Edred today. It is Friday, and we have been splendidly dining upon salt fish served up on golden salvers. My goodness! the flavour of that precious cod is yet in my mouth. Food for cats, I do a.s.sure you, and served up to kings. What did you think of it, Elfric?”
Elfric was ashamed to say that it had not been so very bad after all.
Truth to say his conscience was uneasy, for he had been brought up to respect the fasts of the Church, and he saw a trial awaiting him in the luscious dishes before him.
”What does it matter?” the reader may exclaim; ”it is not that which goeth into the mouth which defileth a man,” etc.
True, most wise critic, but it is that which goeth out; and if disobedience be not amongst the evils which defile, then Adam did not fall in Paradise when he ate the forbidden fruit. Elfric could not touch flesh on fast days without the instinctive feeling that he was doing wrong, and no one can sin against the conviction of the heart without danger.
The party now seated themselves, and without any grace or further preface the feast began. Servants appeared and served up the most exquisite dishes, of a delicacy almost unknown in England at that day, and poured rich wines into silver goblets. It was evident that wealth abounded in the family they were visiting, and that they had expended it freely for the gratification of Edwy.
Ethelgiva, the lady of the house, was of n.o.ble presence, which almost seemed to justify the claim of royal blood which was made for her. Tall and commanding, age had not bent her form, although her locks were already white. Her beauty, which must have been marvellous in her younger days, had attracted the attention of a younger son of the reigning house, and they were married at an early age, secretly, without the sanction of the king.
The fruit of their union was Elgiva, a name destined to fill a place in a sad and painful tragedy; but we are antic.i.p.ating, and must crave the reader's pardon.
Bright and cheerful indeed was the fair Elgiva at this moment. Her beauty was remarkable even in a land so famed for the beauty of its daughters; and the ill-advised Edwy may be pitied, if not altogether pardoned, for his infatuation, for infatuation it was in a day when the near tie of blood between them precluded the possibility of lawful matrimony, save at the expense of a dispensation never likely to be conceded, since the temperament of men like Odo, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and of Dunstan, was opposed to any relaxation of the law in the case of the great when such relaxation was unattainable by the poor and lowly.
To return to our subject:
The feast proceeded with great animation. At first Elfric hesitated when the meat was placed before him, but he withered, in his weakness, before the mocking smile of Edwy, and the sarcasm which played upon the lips of the rest of the company, who perceived his hesitation. So he yielded, and, shaking off all restraint, ate heartily.
Dish followed dish, and the wine cup circulated with great freedom.
Excited as he was, Elfric could but remark the loose tone of the conversation. Subjects were freely discussed which had never found admittance either in the palace of King Edred or at Aescendune, and which, indeed, caused him to look up with surprise, remembering in whose presence he sat.
But, as is often the case in an age where opinion is severely repressed in its outward expression, and amongst those compelled against their will to observe silence on such subjects on ordinary occasions, all restraint seemed abandoned at the table of Ethelgiva. It was not that the language was coa.r.s.e, but whether the conversation turned upon the restraints of the clergy, or the court, or upon the fas.h.i.+onable frivolities of the day--for there were frivolities and fas.h.i.+ons even in that primitive age--there was a freedom of expression bordering upon profanity or licentiousness.