Part 48 (1/2)
CHAPTER x.x.xVII
HOW THEY LEFT BELSAYE
Lanthorns gleamed and torches flared in the great square of Belsaye where panting, shouting townsfolk thronged upon Beltane and his company with tears of joy, with laughter loud and high-pitched, with shouts and wild acclaim; many there were who knelt to kiss their sun-browned hands, their feet, the very links of their armour. And presently came Giles o' the Bow, debonair and smiling, a woman's scarf about his brawny throat, a dozen ribands and favours tied about each mailed arm.
”Lord,” quoth he, ”tall brother, I have been fairly kissed by full a score of buxom dames--the which is excellent good, for the women of Belsaye are of beauty renowned. But to kiss is a rare and notable science, and to kiss well a man should eat well, and forsooth, empty am I as any drum! Therefore prithee let us eat, that I may uphold my reputation, for, as the learned master Ovidius hath it, '_osculos_'--”
But from the townsfolk a shout arose:
”Comes the Reeve! 'Tis good master Cuthbert! Way for the Reeve!”
Hereupon the crowd parting, a tall man appeared, his goodly apparel torn, his long white hair disordered, while in his hand he yet grasped a naked sword. Stern his face was, and lined beyond his years, moreover his broad shoulders were bowed with more than age; but his eye was bright and quick, and when he spake, his voice was strong and full.
”Which, I pray, is chiefest among ye?”
”That am I,” quoth Beltane.
”Messire,” said the Reeve, ”who and what men ye are I know not, but in the name of these my fellow-citizens do I thank ye for our deliverance.
But words be poor things, now therefore, an it be treasure ye do seek ye shall be satisfied. We have suffered much by extortion, but if gold be your desire, then whatsoever gold doth lie in our treasury, the half of it is freely thine.”
”O most excellent Reeve!” cried Giles, ”forsooth, a very proper spirit of grat.i.tude.”
”Good master,” spake Beltane, quelling the archer with a look, ”these my comrades. .h.i.ther came that a n.o.ble man should not perish, and that Sir Gui of Allerdale should cease from evil, and behold, 'tis done! So I pray you, give us food and shelter for the night, for with the dawn we march hence.”
”But--O tall brother!” gasped Giles, ”O sweet lord, there was mention made of treasure! A large-souled Reeve--a Reeve with bowels! 'Treasure'
quoth he, and likewise 'gold!' And these be matters to excogitate upon.
Moreover, _pecunioe obediunt omnia_, brother.”
”Money, forsooth!” quoth Beltane bitterly; ”now out upon thee, Giles-- how think ye money shall avail the like of us whose lives are forfeit each and every, whose foes be many and strong, who must ever be on our ward, quick to smite lest we be smitten--money, forsooth! So, good master Reeve, keep thy useless treasure, and, in its stead, give to us good steel--broadswords, sharp and well-tempered and stout link-mail-- give of these to such as lack.”
”But--O brother,” says Giles, ”with gold may we gain all these.”
”Verily, Giles, but gaining all without gold we lack not for gold, nor have the added fear of losing it. He that would gain wealth must first win freedom, for without freedom the richest is but a sorry slave. So give us steel, good master Reeve.”
Now from Giles' archers and divers others beside a growl went up, spreading from rank to rank, what time Beltane clenched his hands, frowning ever blacker. Then forth stepped Jenkyn o' the Ford with tall Orson, which last spake with voice uplift:
”Master,” quoth he, ”us do love gold--but fighting men us do be, and if 'steel' says you--'steel' says we!”
”Aye,” nodded Jenkyn, ”so look'ee master, here stands I wi' Orson my comrade look'ee, for witness that to-day we be better men than these growlers.”
But here, of a sudden, rose the shrill bray of a trumpet without the walls, a long flourish, loud and imperious; and at the sound a silence fell, wherein divers of the townsfolk eyed each other in fear swift-born, and drew nearer to the white-haired Reeve who stood leaning heavily upon his sword, his head stooped upon his broad chest. And in the silence, Giles spake:
”Now, by the ever-blessed Saint Giles, there spake the summons of Robert of Hurstmanswyke--I know his challenge of old--ha, bows and bills!” So saying he bent and strung his bow.
”Aye,” nodded Roger, loosening sword in sheath, ”and Sir Robert is a dour fighter I've heard.”
”So soon!” groaned the Reeve, ”so very soon! Now G.o.d pity Belsaye!”