Volume II Part 7 (1/2)
”Nay, friends, I shall--I shall be well presently. I beseech you be not disturbed. 'Tis a dream,--a vision that hath troubled me. I thought I was in the Tower--in my prison chamber--and the tyrant came and grasped me by the throat. With that I jumped up, and as Heaven is my witness, I saw a dark figure slip through the floor by yon grim b.u.t.tress, behind which is the private staircase to the summit.”
Every eye was turned towards the corner of the chamber near the bed, on the outside of which a winding staircase ran up from below, but they were ignorant of any communication from these stairs into the king's chamber. Lincoln examined the b.u.t.tress with his sword, and Swartz, the Fleming, with his fingers, but there was no apparent opening or crevice that could betoken any outlet or concealment. The floor was examined, and with the same result; so that they were fain to depart, little doubting that the whole was the effect of some mental disturbance.
With the morning dawn came Sir Thomas Broughton. A grand council was appointed for that day, in which the final arrangement of their plans was to be discussed. A royal banquet was prepared, and the Flemish gunners were to give a specimen of their craft from the battlements.
The forenoon came on chill and squally, with a low scud driving rapidly from the west. A drizzling rain was the result, which increased with the coming tide.
The little island was covered with tents, forming an encampment of no mean extent and appearance.
Sir Thomas, with a few attendants, after being ferried over the channel which separates the island of Fouldrey from the mainland, was conducted through avenues of tents and armed men. The Flemish soldiers, fierce and almost motionless, looked like an array of grim statues. The Irish levies, in a state of more lax discipline, were collected in merry groups, whiling away the time in thriftless and noisy discourse.
Sir Thomas Broughton, descended from an Anglo-Saxon family of great antiquity, was by virtue of this hereditary and aboriginal descent, of a proud and pompous bearing. Being allied to most of the princ.i.p.al families in these parts, he was won over by solicitation from the d.u.c.h.ess of Burgundy, as one of the confederates in her attempt to restore the line of York to the English crown. Fond of show, and careful as to his own personal appearance, he was clad in a steel coat of great beauty; this ponderous form of defence having been brought to great perfection in the preceding reign. His sword-belt was so disposed that the weapon remained in front, while a dagger was attached to the right hip. Over his armour he wore a scarlet cloak, and as he strode proudly up the avenues to the gate, he looked as though he felt that on his fiat alone depended the very existence of those he beheld. After he had pa.s.sed the first drawbridge into the outer court or bayle, a band of archers, drawn up in full array, opened their ranks to receive this puissant chieftain. These were the most efficient of the troops, and partly English, having been brought from Ireland by the deputy. They were clad in s.h.i.+rts of chain mail, with wide sleeves, over which was a small vest of red cloth, laced in front. They had tight hose on their legs, and braces on their left arms. Behind them, and on each side, were part of the infantry, consisting of billmen and halberdiers; but the most formidable-looking soldiers were the Flemish gunners, or harquebusiers, so named from the barbarous Latin word _arcusbusus_, evidently derived from the Italian _arcabouza_--_i.e._, a bow with a tube or hole. It was made with a stock and trigger, in imitation of the crossbow. The match, no longer applied by the hand to the touchhole, was fixed into a c.o.c.k, which was brought down to the pan by the motion of the trigger. This being at the time a recent invention, excited no little curiosity and admiration.
At the inner court, and near the main entrance to the keep, Sir Thomas was received in great state by the Earl of Lincoln, whose high, but easy and pleasant bearing, bespoke him to have been long the inmate and follower of courts, while the stiff att.i.tudes and formal demeanour of Sir Thomas were rendered more apparent by the contrast.
”Welcome, Sir Thomas, to our court in this fair haven. Your presence, like your fidelity, hath a goodly savour in it, being always before and better than our expectation or our fears. How faireth our cousin, and our pretty dames in Furness?”
”My lord, I thank you for your good word. My poor services are repaid tenfold in their acceptance by the king,” said Sir Thomas, bending, but with an ill grace, by reason of little use in that excellent art.
”Into our council-chamber, Sir Thomas, where you shall render homage to the king in person.”
This council-chamber was none other than the king's bedroom, whither, with great ceremony, Sir Thomas was conducted. In this mimic court there was a marvellous show of ceremony, and a great observance of, and attention to, forms and royal usages--ridiculous enough where a few acres formed the whole of the monarch's territory, and an ugly ill-contrived castle his palace. But his followers behaved as though England's sovereignty were theirs, being well inclined to content themselves with the shadow, having little hold or enjoyment of the substance.
Before a long narrow table, near the bed, and on a high-backed oaken chair, sat the young pretender. He was dressed in a richly-embroidered gown, the sleeves wide, and hanging down from the wrists like lappets.
On his head was a low cap surmounted by long waving feathers, and his manners and appearance were not devoid of grace and gentility. He displayed considerable self-possession, and wore his kingly honours with great a.s.surance. He was of a fair and sanguine complexion, pale rather than clear, and his hair cl.u.s.tered in heavy ringlets on his shoulders. A rapid and somewhat uncertain motion of the eye, and his mouth not well closed, showed that although he might have been schooled to the exhibition, and could wear the outward show of firmness and decision, yet in the hour of emergency, and in the day of trial, his fort.i.tude would in all likelihood forsake him.
At his right hand sat the priest in a white ca.s.sock and scapulary. A black hood, thrown back upon his shoulders, exhibited the form and disposition of his head to great advantage. His features were large, expressive, and commanding. The fire of a brilliant grey eye was scarcely tempered by his overhanging brows, though at times the spirit seemed to retire behind their grim shadows, to survey more securely and un.o.bservedly the aspect and appearances without.
Swartz, the Flemish general, a blunt military chieftain, was at his side. A black bushy beard, some inches in advance of his honest good-humoured face, was placed in strong contrast with the wary, pale, and somewhat dubious aspect of the priest.
Kildare, the Irish deputy, and Lovel, with several of the senior officers and captains, were a.s.sembled round the table.
The room was lofty, lighted by a small pointed window, and contained the luxury of a fireplace, in which lay some blazing embers; a grateful and refres.h.i.+ng sight in that chill and ungenial atmosphere.
The needful ceremonies being gone through, Sir Thomas was honoured with a place at the board near to where it rested against the b.u.t.tress before mentioned, the priest addressing him as follows:--
”My Lord Abbot of Furness, Sir Thomas, what news of him? Hath he yet signified his adherence to our cause? We hope you bring tidings of such auspicious import.”
”He doth yet procrastinate, I hear, until he have news from the court,” replied Sir Thomas; ”yet I trust his want of zeal and obedience will not hinder our march.”
”And the proud n.o.bles of Lancas.h.i.+re, how stand they affected towards our good prospering?”
”Truly, they are, as one may say, neither cold nor hot; but of a moderate temperature, midway, it would seem”----
”Which is an indication of neither zeal nor obedience,” said Swartz, suddenly cutting short the tedious verbosity of Sir Thomas's intended harangue. ”Open enemies before lukewarm friends!”
”Prithee, general,” said the priest, with a placid smile, during which his eyes seemed to shrink within their dim sockets, ”be not over-hasty. We cannot reasonably hope that they should flock to our standard almost ere we unfurl it for their gathering.”
”Your speech hath a reasonable property in it,” replied Sir Thomas, ”and, as we may say, savoureth of great judgment, which, being of an excellent nature in itself, doth thereby control and exercise, in its own capacity, the nature and excellence of all others.”
This formidable issue of words was delivered with much earnestness of enunciation; but of its use or meaning, probably, the speaker was fully as ignorant as his hearers. Even at the fountain-head his ideas were sufficiently obscure, but when fairly rolling forth from the spring, they sometimes begat such a froth and turbidity in their course, that no reasonable discernment could fathom their depth or bearing.