第4章 A WAYFARER(3)

"You heard rightly, good Giles, it is all true.A week after the slaying of Mortimer a band of knights and men-at-arms arrived at our castle and demanded admittance in the king's name.Sir Roland refused, for he had news that many were taking up arms, but it was useless.The castle was attacked, and after three days' fighting, was taken.Roland was killed, and I was cast out with my child.Afterwards they repented that they had let me go, and searched far and wide for me; but I was hidden in the cottage of a woodcutter.They were too busy in hunting down others whom they proclaimed to be enemies of the king, as they had wrongfully said of Roland, who had but done his duty faithfully to Queen Isabella, and was assuredly no enemy of her son, although he might well be opposed to the weak and indolent king, his father.However, when the search relaxed I borrowed the cloak of the good man's wife and set out for London, whither I have traveled on foot, believing that you and Bertha would take me in and shelter me in my great need.""Aye, that will we willingly," Giles said."Was not Bertha your nurse ? and to whom should you come if not to her? But will it please you to mount the stairs, for Bertha will not forgive me if I keep you talking down here.

What a joy it will be to her to see you again!"So saying, Giles led the way to the apartment above.There was a scream of surprise and joy from his wife, and then Giles quietly withdrew downstairs again, leaving the women to cry in each other's arms.

A few days later Geoffrey Ward entered the shop of Giles Fletcher.

"I have brought you twenty score of arrowheads, Master Giles," he said.

"They have been longer in hand than is usual with me, but I have been pressed.And how goes it with the lady whom I brought to your door last week?""But sadly, Master Ward, very sadly, as I told you when I came across to thank you again in her name and my own for your kindness to her.She was but in poor plight after her journey; poor thing, she was little accustomed to such wet and hardship, and doubtless they took all the more effect because she was low in spirit and weakened with much grieving.That night she was taken with a sort of fever, hot and cold by turns, and at times off her head.Since then she has lain in a high fever and does not know even my wife; her thoughts ever go back to the storming of the castle, and she cries aloud and begs them to spare her lord's life.It is pitiful to hear her.The leech gives but small hope for her life, and in troth, Master Ward, methinks that God would deal most gently with her were He to take her.Her heart is already in her husband's grave, for she was ever of a most loving and faithful nature.Here there would be little comfort for her - she would fret that her boy would never inherit the lands of his father;and although she knows well enough that she would be always welcome here, and that Bertha would serve her as gladly and faithfully as ever she did when she was her nurse, yet she could not but greatly feel the change.She was tenderly brought up, being, as I told you last week, the only daughter of Sir Harold Broome.Her brother, who but a year ago became lord of Broomecastle at the death of his father, was one of the queen's men, and it was he, I believe, who brought Sir Roland Somers to that side.He was slain on the same night as Mortimer, and his lands, like those of Sir Roland, have been seized by the crown.The child upstairs is by right heir to both estates, seeing that his uncle died unmarried.They will doubtless be conferred upon those who have aided the young king in freeing himself from his mother's domination, for which, indeed, although I lament that Lady Alice should have suffered so sorely in the doing of it, I blame him not at all.He is a noble prince and will make us a great king, and the doings of his mother have been a shame to us all.However, I meddle not in politics.

If the poor lady dies, as methinks is well-nigh certain, Bertha and I will bring up the boy as our own.I have talked it over with my wife, and so far she and I are not of one mind.I think it will be best to keep him in ignorance of his birth and lineage, since the knowledge cannot benefit him, and will but render him discontented with his lot and make him disinclined to take to my calling, in which he might otherwise earn a living and rise to be a respected citizen.But Bertha hath notions.You have not taken a wife to yourself, Master Geoffrey, or you would know that women oft have fancies which wander widely from hard facts, and she says she would have him brought up as a man-at-arms, so that he may do valiant deeds, and win back some day the title and honour of his family."Geoffrey Ward laughed."Trust a woman for being romantic," he said.

"However, Master Fletcher, you need not for the present trouble about the child's calling, even should its mother die.At any rate, whether he follows your trade, or whether the blood in his veins leads him to take to martial deeds, the knowledge of arms may well be of use to him, and Ipromise you that such skill as I have I will teach him when he grows old enough to wield sword and battle-axe.As you know I may, without boasting, say that he could scarce have a better master, seeing that I have for three years carried away the prize for the best sword- player at the sports.