Part 35 (2/2)
How now, Nigel? I see by yonder white horse that you at least have not failed me. I will speak with you anon. Percy, bring up your men, and let us gather round this castle, for, as I hope for my soul's salvation, I win not leave it until I have my archers, or the head of him who holds them.”
That night the English lay thick round the fortress of La Brohiniere so that none might come forth from it. But if none could come forth it was hard to see how any could win their way in, for it was full of men, the walls were high and strong, and a deep dry ditch girt it round. But the hatred and fear which its master had raised over the whole country-side could now be plainly seen, for during the night the brushwood men and the villagers came in from all parts with offers of such help as they could give for the intaking of the castle. Knolles set them cutting bushes and tying them into f.a.gots. When morning came he rode out before the wall and he held counsel with his knights and squires as to how he should enter in.
”By noon,” said he, ”we shall have so many f.a.gots that we may make our way over the ditch. Then we will beat in the gates and so win a footing.”
The young Frenchman had come with Nigel to the conference, and now, amid the silence which followed the leader's proposal, he asked if he might be heard. He was clad in the brazen armor which Nigel had taken from the Red Ferret.
”It may be that it is not for me to join in your counsel,” said he, ”seeing that I am a prisoner and a Frenchman. But this man is the enemy of all, and we of France owe him a debt even as you do, since many a good Frenchman has died in his cellars. For this reason I crave to be heard.”
”We will hear you,” said Knolles.
”I have come from Evran yesterday,” said he. ”Sir Henry Spinnefort, Sir Peter La Roye and many other brave knights and squires lie there, with a good company of men, all of whom would very gladly join with you to destroy this butcher and his castle, for it is well known amongst us that his deeds are neither good nor fair. There are also bombards which we could drag over the hills, and so beat down this iron gate. If you so order it I will ride to Evran and bring my companions back with me.”
”Indeed, Robert,” said Percy, ”it is in my mind that this Frenchman speaks very wisely and well.”
”And when we have taken the castle--what then?” asked Knolles.
”Then you could go upon your way, fair sir, and we upon ours. Or if it please you better you could draw together on yonder hill and we on this one, so that the valley lies between us. Then if any cavalier wished to advance himself or to shed a vow and exalt his lady, an opening might be found for him. Surely it would be shame if so many brave men drew together and no small deed were to come of it.”
Nigel clasped his captive's hand to show his admiration and esteem, but Knolles shook his head.
”Things are not ordered thus, save in the tales of the minstrels,” said he. ”I have no wish that your people at Evran should know our numbers or our plans. I am not in this land for knight errantry, but I am here to make head against the King's enemies. Has no one aught else to say?”
Percy pointed to the small outlying fortalice upon the knoll, on which also flew the flag of the b.l.o.o.d.y head. ”This smaller castle, Robert, is of no great strength and cannot hold more than fifty men. It is built, as I conceive it, that no one should seize the high ground and shoot down into the other. Why should we not turn all our strength upon it, since it is the weaker of the twain?”
But again the young leader shook his head. ”If I should take it,” said he, ”I am still no nearer to my desire, nor will it avail me in getting back my bowmen. It may cost a score of men, and what profit shall I have from it? Had I bombards, I might place them on yonder hill, but having none it is of little use to me.”
”It may be,” said Nigel, ”that they have scant food or water, and so must come forth to fight us.”
”I have made inquiry of the peasants,” Knolles answered, ”and they are of one mind that there is a well within the castle, and good store of food. Nay, gentlemen, there is no way before us save to take it by arms, and no spot where we can attempt it save through the great gate. Soon we will have so many f.a.gots that we can cast them down into the ditch, and so win our way across. I have ordered them to cut a pine-tree on the hill and shear the branches so that we may beat down the gate with it.
But what is now amiss, and why do they run forward to the castle?”
A buzz had risen from the soldiers in the camp, and they all crowded in one direction, rus.h.i.+ng toward the castle wall. The knights and squires rode after them, and when in view of the main gate, the cause of the disturbance lay before them. On the tower above the portal three men were standing in the garb of English archers, ropes round their necks and their hands bound behind them. Their comrades surged below them with cries of recognition and of pity.
”It is Ambrose!” cried one. ”Surely it is Ambrose of Ingleton.”
”Yes, in truth, I see his yellow hair. And the other, him with the beard, it is Lockwood of Skipton. Alas for his wife who keeps the booth by the bridge-head of Ribble! I wot not who the third may be.”
”It is little Johnny Alspaye, the youngest man in the company,” cried old Wat, with the tears running down his cheeks, ”'Twas I who brought him from his home. Alas! Alas! Foul fare the day that ever I coaxed him from his mother's side that he might perish in a far land.”
There was a sudden flourish of a trumpet and the drawbridge fell. Across it strode a portly man with a faded herald's coat. He halted warily upon the farther side and his voice boomed like a drum. ”I would speak with your leader.” he cried.
Knolles rode forward.
”Have I your knightly word that I may advance unscathed with all courteous entreaty as befits a herald?”
Knolles nodded his head.
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