'JOHSIUHaIIV UHJ1 (INV AOyrJ 5IG I I i =111t,1L _'l''~: ~ ~',~'- i. Y,? /: WI WAVE RLEY N OVELS, STANDARD EDITION. TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. THE BETROTHED traam tie Nast gtbilstb 5bition, CONTAINING THE AUTHOR'S FINAL CORRECTIONS) NOTES$ ETC. PH ILADELPHIA: PORTER & COATES, No. 8 2. CHESTNUT STREET. CAXTON PRIESS O) S1ElP1 31.AN & CO. P 12 I... 1) 1;, 1' 1l I A. INTRODUCTION TO THE BETROTH]ED. Tnui Tales of the Crusaders was determined upon as tile title of the following series of' these novels, ratlher.y tile advice of the few fiiends whllomil deatll has now -endered still fewer, than by the autlhor's own taste. Not lbut tlhat lie saw l3lainly enough thle interest which might be excited by thle very name of tle Crusades, blt lhe was conscious at thle salme timne that that interest was of a character whliclh it might be more easy to create than to satisft, and tllat by tile mention of so magnificent a subject eacli reader miglht be induced to call up to his imagination a sketch so extensive and so( grand that it might lnot o in the power of tile autllor to fill it up, who would thus stand in thle )predicamnent of thle dkwarf bringing with him a standard to measure lhis own stature, and shlowing himself, therefore, says Sterne, " a dwarf more ways than one." It is a fact, if it were w-orth while to examine it, that the publisher and author, however much their general interests are the same, may be said to differ so far as titlepages are concerned- and it is a secret of the tale-telling art, if it could be termed a secret worth knowing, that a taking title, as it is called, best answers the purpose of tile bookseller, since it often goes far to cover his risk, and sells an edition not unfiequently before the 1public have well seen it. B3ut the author ought to seek more permlanen fame, and vishl that Ihis work, when its leaves are first ct- >pen, slhou!cl be at least fairly judged of. Thus many -f the best novelists have been anxious to 4'INTRODUCTION TO give tfeir works such titles as render it out of the reader's power to conjecture their contents, until they sllould have ain opportunity of reading thenm. All this d;d not prevent the Tales of the Crusadern from being the title fixed on; and the celebrated year of projects (eighteen hundred and twenty-five) being the time of publication, an introduction was prefixed according to the humour of tile day. The first tale of the series was influenced in its struc. ture, rathler by the wish to avoid the general expectations which might be formed fiom tile title, than to comply with any one of them, and so disappoint the rest. The story was, therefore, less an incident belonging to the Crusades, than one which was occasioned by the singular cast of rmind introduced and spread wvide by those mlemorable undertakings. The confusion among fiarmilies was not the least concomitant evil of the extraordinary preponderance of this superstition:. It was no unusual tlhing for a Crusader, returning fiomn his long toils of war and pilgrimage, to find his lamily augmented by some young ofF-shoot. of whom the deserted matron could give no very accurate account, or perhaps to find his marriagebed filled, and that, instead of becoming nurse to an old man, his household dame had preferred being the ladylove of a young one. Numerous are tile stories of thlis kind told in difierent parts of Europe; and the returned kight or baron, according to his temper, sat dowiJ good.. naturedly contented with the account which his lady gave of a doubtful matter, or called in blood and fire to vindicate his honour which, after all, had been endaogered chiefly by his forsaking his household gods to seek adventures in Palestine. Scottish tradition, quoted, I think, in some part of the Border Minstrelsy, ascribes to the clan cf Tweedie, a family once stout and warlike, a descent wlhich would not have misbecome a hlero of antiquity. A baron, somewhat elderly we may suppose, had wedded a buxom young ady, and sonie montlhs after their union lie left hler to ply t'e distaff alone in his old tower, among the mountains THE BETRIOTHED. 5 of the county of Peebles, near the sources (. f the Tweed He returned after seven or eight years, no uncomllnon space for a pilgrimage to Palestine, and found his family had not been lonely in his absence, the lady having been cheered by the arrival of a stranger, (of wllose approach she could give the best account of any one,) who hung on her skirts, and called her mammy, and was just such as the baron wruld have longed to call his son, but that he could by no means make his age correspond, according to the doctrine of civilians, with his own departure for Palestine. He applied to his wite, therefore, for the solution of this dilemma. The lady, after many floods of tears, whllich she had reserved for the occasion, informed the honest gentleman, that, walking one day alone by the banks of' the infant river, a human form arose firom a deep eddy, still known and termed Tweed-pool, who deigned to inform her that lie was the tutelar genius of the strearn, and, bongre, malgrd, became tile father of the sturdy fellow, whose appearance lad so much surprised her husband. This story, however suitable to' Pagan times, would have met with full credence, from few of the baron's contemporaries, but the wife was young and beautiful, the husband old and in his dotage; her family (the Frasers, it Is believed) were powerful and warlike, and the baron had had fighlting enough in the holy wars. The event was, that he believed, or seemed to believe, the tale, and remained contented with the child with whom his wife and the Tweed had generously presented him. The only circumstance which preserved the memrnory of the incident was, that the youth retained the name of Tweed, or Tweedie. The baron, meanwhile, could not, as the old Scotch song says, " Keep the cradle rowin-," and the Tweed apparently thought one natural son wvas family enough for a decent Presbyterian lover, and so little gall had the baron in his composition, that lhaving bred up the young Tweed as hlis heir while lie lived, he left him in that capacity when le died, and the son of the river-god founded' the family of Drummelzier and others, VOL. I. 6 INTRODUCTION I 0) filom wlorn have flowed, in the plhrase of the Ettricl Sllhe }!lerd, " many a brave fellow, and Inany a bauld leat " Thlle tale of' the Noble Moringer is somliewvhat of tllf same nature —it exists in a collection of' Germlan populay songs, entitletl, Sammlung Deutsclhen Vollikslieder, Ber lin, 1807; published by Messrs. B3Lsclling and Von de; liage!i. The song is sulpposed to be extracted from nmanulscript chronicle of Nicolas Tliomnann, clalplain to St. Leonard in Wiessenllhorn, and dated 15:3:3. l'lie ballad, which is popular in Germany, is supposed, fiomn the language, to hlave been composed in tile fifteenth century. The Noble AMoringer, a pow-erful baron of Germany, about to set out on a pilgrimage to thle land of St. T'lhonas, with the geograplhy of wlicli we are not mrade acquainted, resolves to commit his castle, doeininions, and lady, to the vassal whlo should pledge him to keep watch over thtem till tliheseven years of lhis pilgrimlage were acconiplished. His chamberlain, an elderly and a cautious man, declines tile trust, observing, that sevenr days, instead of seven years, would be the utmost space to whicl lie would consent to pledge himself for the fidelity of any woman. The esquire of the Noble iMoringer confidently accepts the trust refused by the chamnberlain, and the baron departs on his pilgrimage. The seven years are now elapsed, all save a single day and niglit, x\rlen, be. hold, a vision descends on the noble pilgrim as he sleeps in the land of the stranger. w Jt w.as the noble Moringer within an orchard slept. W\hrien on the Baron's sluinbering sense a bo(ding vision crept, And wlhispered in his ear a voice, "'tis time, Silr Knight, to wakeThy lady and thy heritage another master take. "''lhly tower another b-qnner knows, thy steeds another rein, And stoop them to another's will thy gall:ant vassal trainAnd she, the lady of thy love, so ftithful onice arnd i'ir. This night, within thy falther's ha.l, she weds Mlrstetten's heir.' The AIoringer starts up antd prays to his patron St. Thomas, to rescue llimi fromn the imnpelndinr shamle, wllicl his devotio'i to his patron had placed him in danger of incurring. St. Thomas, who must have felt the jus T'lE BE'RF, OT'lI ). 7 tice of the imputation, performs a miracle. The Motin. ger's senses were drenched in oblivioll, and whlen he waked lie lay in a well-kno\ wn spot of his own doinain on lhis right the Castle of his f{tllers, and on his left the niill, which, as usual, was built not far distant firomn the Castle. " lie leaned upon his pilgriim's staff, and to the mill he drew8o altered( was hIis goodly forin that none their imaster knew. T'he bttron to the miller said,' Good frienll. for clhatrily, T'ell a poor pilgrim, ill.your land, lwhat tidilngs may there be 1' "The miller answered him again-' He knew of little news, Save that the ladv of the land,licl a new bridfegroom choose; tier ilstband die(i in distant landl, such is the constlant word, His death sits heavy oi our souls, he was a worthy lord. O' Of him I held the little mill, which wins me living free-;n.od rest thle baron in his grave, lie ave was kiind to me! Anl, wheln,St. Mlsrtil's tidle coinies rouindl, alId millers take theit toll,'l",e riest that prays for Aloringer shall have both cope alid stole.' " Tile baron proceeds to tlle Castle gate, wilichl is bolted to prevent intrusion, while the inside of tlte mansion rung witll l)reparatiotls for tile larriage of tile lady. The pilgrill prayedl thle porter for entrance, colljuring llitn by his own stifferings, anrd for thle sake of tlte late Mloringer by tile orders of lhis lady, the warder gave him admnittanee. " lThell tup lhe hall paced Moringer, his step was sad anid slow; It sat fiill heavy onn his heart, itoine scented tleir lord ti know. lie sat him on a lowlv benlch oppressed with woe al wrongll Short while lie sat, but ne'er to hinm seemed little space so loing. " Now spent was day. and feasting o'er, and come was evening hour, Thie tisle was nigh wihen new nia(le bridies retire to Iiiptial bower,' Olir Castle's wont,' a bride's man saidl,' ath been both firnn and longNo guest to harbour ini our halls till he shall cha.t a song.' " Wllen thus called upon, the disguised baron sung the folloving melanclholy ditty:"' ('hill flows the lav of frozen age,''was Itthus the pilgrinm sting,' N(r gultlen tueed, nor garinent gtay, nlocks his levlvv tolgiuie. (0)lue dliu I sit, thout lrideg'rooti gas, at b}oard as rich a Iltille, 41nd b' mv side as fair a bride, wilth all tier charmis, was mnine. "' Iltt time traced furrowvs on my face. and I grew silver-haired, For ir cks sof brown alld cheeks of youth, site left this brow and beard (Once rich, but now a palmler poor, 1 treatl life's latest stage, And mingle with your b idal mirth the lay of frozen age." INTRODUCTION TO The lady moved at the doleful recollections which the palmer's son.g recalled, sent to him a cup of wine. Thie palmer, having exhausted the goblet, returned it, and having first dropped in the cup his nuptial ring, requested the lady to pledge her venerable guest. " The ring hath caught the lady's eye, she views it close and near, Then might you hear her shriek aloud,'The Moringer is heres!' Then might you see her start from seat, while tears in torrents fell, But if she wept for joy or woe, the ladies best can tell. "Full loud she uttered thanks to Heaven, and every saintly power That had restored the Moriniger before the midnigrhi hour; And loud she uttered vow on vow, that never was there bride T'hat had like her preserved her troth, or been so sorely tried. "' Yes, here I claim the praise,' she said,' to constant matrons due, Who keep the troth that they have plight, so steadfastly and true; For count the term howe'er you will, so that you count aright, Seven twelvemonths and a dclay are out when bells toll twelve to-night' It was Marstetten then rose up, his falchion there he drew, He kneeled before the Moringer, and (town his weapon threw;'My oath and knightly faith are broke,' these were the words he said;'Then take, my liege, thy vassal's sword, and take thy vassal's head.' " The noble Moringer he smiled, and then aloud did say,'He gathers wisdom that hath roamed seven twelvemonths and a day; My ldaughter now hath fifteen years, fame speaks her sweet and fair; I give her for the bride you lose, and name her for my heir. "'The young bridegroom hath youthful bride, the old bridegroom the old, Whose faith was kept till term and tide so punctually were told; But blessings on the warder kind that oped my castle gate, For had I come at-morrow tide, I came a day too late.'" There is also, in the rich field of German romance, another edition of this story, which has been converted by M. Tieck (whose labours of that kind have been so remarkable) into the subject of one of his romantic dramas. It is, however, unnecessary to detail it, as the present author adopted his idea of the tale chiefly fiom the edition preserved in the mansion of Haighhall, of old'he mansion-house of the family of Bradshaigh, now possessed by their descendants on the female side, the Earls of Balcarras, The story greatly resembles that of the Noble Moringer, only there is no miracle of St. Thomas to shock the belief of good Protestants. I am pertmitted, by my noble' friends, thelord and lady of Haighhall, to print the following extract from the family genealogy. THE BETROTII 1). ~%{r Eftliazm 33ra8'0s])age o ~ $la{bell taugl)ter anb:one to tr {on Wuas Z 5 6olCe i)eire of Luglt great trauetler anb Ll a Nors be b agb)e anu -iou1tler anb marni 3lackrobe anrb D)ab s;sue o KI, t. s. E 2. f tltif- aJte f i a stovr bp trabition of unioutrt* brribt ttiat in S.iiltillian Irat.aijagr' abiJnace (Otittgt 10 varrto awuag inl tilt warc) 3A-r marrite a wlrld) lt..tr EWiarnll/ rttorunint g trom tt e warue rame in a vatlrmcr tiatit arno; nogit tte 1poort to taglc. ui!1o!e}r wi}je oaw 8; congett'zige ttlat te fa"'ourOe t)er tormtrt u)bitanll Wtpt, for Btljil t ttIt l at iticrtb jer at )uicr'r Elilam etJilt antu mabe tjimn cIfe ullam3fl to It)1i ritlnnanto iln tuc}) a tac tl t n. butm r ar to ~ewtou ~arie %r tilliam, ouzr, too-tg lim.) anl lute Iim.n t)e Maiv Mamtr fabler ttaU t nionteb tb 1t}r tonifeor to bot t.tnnantrcr D) going ontilt etuer gwtdtg _arefout an$ barte tegg' to a erowe nte ZUtigan fron0 tl)t agt)c Wixrot obe IlitelT &r il calltb jaFiF! ) to toljis bap; +& tter mnonumenrt 1Ltu in ft igan ela ottac am vou tfet tbetr Vortnt On: Dom: 1315 a~~~~~~~~-'77~"j tL INTRODUCTION T0 There were Ilany vestiges around Haighhlall, botll of tile Catllolic penances of tile Lady Alabel, and of thlis nleltiiclioly transaction il palticular; tile whole hlistory was within tile memory of man portrayed u)pon a glass willndow in tile!hall, where ullforltlunately it has not been preserved. Mab's Cross is still extant. An old decayed building is said to have been the place wbhere the Iady Mabel was condemined to rend(er penance, by,walkilng hither fiom l Haigltliall barefooted and barelegged for the pefobrinlance of lher devotions. This relic, to which an anecdote so culrious is annexed, is nowv unfortunately ruinous. Tinme anlld wllitewash, says iMr. Rooly, have altogether defiaced the effigies of tile knight and lady on tile tomnb. Tile particulars are preserved in Mr. Rloby's Tral(itions of l,ancaslhire,* to whllicl the reader is referred for further particutlars. It does not appear tlhat Sir Willial 13radshaligl \\as irreparablly offended against tIle too hlasty ltady label, altl.ough lie certainly shiowed hlimself oi' a mIore fiery rould tllan tile Scottishi and German barons who were hleroes of tile fbilner tales.'lie tradition, whicll the alltle) I,:lkew veO1 eai ly in life, was told to lliml!)r tile late Iady Balcarras. ie was so IuclltlC struclk witll it, tlat being at thlat tilile prolfse of legendary lore, lie insertedl it in tllle slhapte of a note to Waverley,t the first of Ills rolmanltic offences. H1ad lie thlen known, as lie now does, the value of such a story, it is likely that, as directed in tile ininmitable receipt for making an epic l)oemn, reserved in tile Guardian, lie would have kept it for somrne fltiure opportunity. As, hlowever, the tale hlad not been completely told, and was a very interesting one, and as it was sufficiently itterwx oven with tlIe Crusades, thle wars between thle Welsh anldl tlhe Normtan lords of tlme M'archles were selected as a perio: wllen all fireedoins r higlltt be taken wvith thle strict trutll of lhistory witllout encounteringll any wellknown fact, whichll iighlt render the narrative inmmprolable. *A very elegant work, 2 vols. 1829. By J. Roby, AI. R. S. I. *Waveriey, present edition, vol. m. p. 25. and Note 4. TtIE BETItOTHED. i 1 Perlhaps, lower er, the period which vindicates the probability of tile tale, will, witll its wa's anld mllurders, be best folund described in tile followzing passage of Gryfti'tl An Edwin's wvars. " Tlis prince in conjulnction with Alar, Earl of Chester, who llad been banistled fiomn England as a traitor, in the reign of Edward tlle Confessor, marched into Hlerefordsllire and wvasted all that fertile country witll fire and sword, to revene tle deatlh of hins brother tliees, whlose llead had been brought to Edward in pursuance of an order sent by that kinll on account of thle depredations which he had com:nitted against tile English on tlhe borders. To stop thlese ravages, tlte Earl of Hereford, who was neplew to Edward, advanced wilth an arnmy, not of Englislh alone, but of mercenary Normans and French, wllolll le had entertained in hlls service, against Gryffyrth and Algar. He met thletn near Hereford, and offered thlem battle, whichl the Welsh monarch, who hlad won five pitched battles beforej and never hlad foughlt without conquering, joyfully accepted. The earl nad cornmanded his English forces to fighlt on'lorsenack, i isiitation of the Normans, against their usual customi; but the Welshl making a furious and desperate charge, tlhat nobleman hinmself; andl tlhe foteign cavalry led by him, were so daunted at tile view of them, tlhat tltey shlallefully fled without fighlting; which being seen by the English, they also turned their backs on the enemy, who, hlaving killed or wounded as many of hemrn as tlhey could come up with in their flight, entered triumphantly into Hereford, spoiled and fired the city, razed the walls to the groulnd, slaughtered some of the citizens, led many of tllem captive. and (to use thle words of tlle Welsh Cllronicle) left notlhing in the town but blood and ashles. After thiis exlploit thley inimmediately returned into Wales, undoulbted(ly fr'om a desire of securing their prisoners, and the rich plunder they had gained. Tlhe King of England hereupon commanded Earl Harold to collect a great army. from all parts of the kingdonm, and atssembli-ng tlhem at Gloucester, advancpd from thence tc 12'I NTR0 D U CTlION. invade tile dominions of Gryffyth in North Wales. He perforimed his orders, and penetrated into that countr) without resistance firom tile Welsll; GryflVth and Algal retiiurning into sorne parts of Soutl Wales. What were their reasons for thlis conduct we are not well informed; nor whly Harold did not pursue hlis advantage against thembut it appears that lie thought it more advisable at thlis time to treat with, than subdue,- then; for lie left North WVales, and employed himself in rebuilding the walls of Htereford, while negotiations were carrying on with Gryffyth, which soon aiter produced the restoration of Algar, and a peace with that king, not very 1onourable to England, as he made no satisfaction for tle mischief lhe!;id done in the war, nor any submissions to Edward. Harold must doubtless have had some private and forcible motives to conclude such a treaty. The very next year the Welsh monarch, upon what quarrel we know not, made a new incursion into England, and' killed the Bishop of HIereford, the sheriff of the county, and many more o- the English, both ecclesiastics and laymen. Edward was counselled by Harold, and Leofiick, Earl of Mercia, to make peace with him again; which he again broke: nor could he be restrained by any means, fi'orn these barbarous inroads, before the year one thousand arid sixty-three; when Edward, whose patience and pacific disposition had been too much abused, commissioned Harold to assemble the whole strength of the kingdom, and make war upon him in his own country, till lie had subdued or destroyed him. That general acted so vigorously, and with so mnuch ce-.erity, that he had like to have surprised him in his palace: but just before the English forces arrived at liis gate, hlaving notice of the danger that threatened him, and seeing no other rmeans of safety, lhe threw himself wvith a few of his household into one of his ships which happened at tile instant to be ready to sail, and put to:ea."-LYTTLETON'S Hist. of England, vol. ii. ). 3:38. This passage will be found to bear a general resemblance to the fictitious tale told in. the Romance. INTRODUCTION MINUTES Of Scderunt qf a General JMeeting of the Share-holders diesi;rcni r toj rm a Joint-Stock Company, united or' the puipose of writing and publishing the class of works called the Waverley JVovels, held in the lVaterloo Tavern, Regent's Bridge, — Edinburgh, 1st June, 1 825. [The reader must have remarked. that the various editions of the proceed. ings at t!is:l ilg uiwere given in tile public papers Mwithl iather more than usutil in'c(uri;\.''he cause of this was uo ill-timied delicacy on thle part of the gentlemen el;i the press to assert thteir privilege of uliversa Ipresence wherever a t;,w aqre m-et together, alnd o c(llOllit to the public plints whatev er mnay tllhen a1(d there plss of the most private nature. But very unusual and arbitrary mrethods were resorted to oil tile present occasion to prevent the reporters usiig a. rightl which is gellerallv conceded to thenl by almost all meetings, whether of a polilical or commercial (descriptionl. Our onvii reporter, indeed, was bold cnouglh to secrete hilnself under tile Secretary's tablle, and wvas not discovered till tlhe inetiti'r wis well nih oiver. We are sorry to sax he sufieled Imuchi in person firton tists alid tos, anid itl o or three pricipal pages were torn out of Iis rnote-hook, whiicl occasions hIis relort to hreak offi aruptly. \e canllot but consider this elehaviour as more iarticularly illiberal on the part of men who are tliciriselves a kiidt of getutlemen of the press; and they oughlt to consider themselves as fbrtunate tlitt tile miisusedt reporter ihas sougliti 1no othler vrengeanice til;ll troii tile tonle of aciliit' uwith which lie has seasonled his account of their lIroccediiigs.-EdinbiLrg/ih N'erspgaperi.] A MEETINl; of tile igentlemen and others interested In tile celebrated publiciations called the Waverley Novels, having been called by ttlblic advertisemr ent, thIe same was respectably attended by various literary cllaracters of eminence. And it being in tlhe first place understood tliat individuals were to be denomiainaed by tile namies assigned to tlletn in the piubli cations in question, the Eidolon, or image of the autlo. IV INTRODUCTION. was unanimously called to the chair, and Joiathaul Old. buck, Esq. of AMonkbarns, was requested to act at secretary. The Preses then addressed the meeting to the following Jpurpose: " GENTLEMEN,' I need scarce remind you, that we have a joint in terest in the valuable property which has acculnulated under our commlon labours. While the public have been idly engaged in ascribing to one individual or anotlier the immense imass of various nlatter which the labours of many had accutniulated, you, gentlemen, well know, tllat every person in tills numerous assembly has ihad his slhare in the lionours andt profits of our conrlmn success. It is indleed to me a mystery how thle sl)ar)siglhted could supplose so liuge a Inass of sense and nonsense, jest and( earnest, hullmlorous anti p)atlietic, good, bad, and indi-elrent, amounting to so-res of volumtes, could be the workl of one hand, lwhen we know the doctrine so well laia down by the immortal Adam Smith, concerning the dlrision of labour.'Were those who entertained an opinion so strange, not wvise enouglh to( know that it requires twenty pairs of hlands to make a thilng so trifling as a pin —twenty couple of dogs to kill an aiimal so-insignificant as a fox?" — Hout, man!" said a stout countryman, " I have 3 grew-bitch at hame will worry the best tod in Pomoragrains, before ye could say dumpling." " Who is that person?" said the Preses, with some warmth, as it aplpeared to us. "A son of Dandie Dinmont's," answered the uniabashed rustic. " God, ye may mind him, I think!ane o' the best in your aught, 1 reckon. Arid, ye see, I an come into the farm, and maybe something mair and a wheen shares in this builk-trade of yours." "Well, well," replied the Preses, " peace, I pray thee, peace. Gentlemen, when thus interrupted, I was on tile point of introducing the business of this meeting, being, INTRODUCTION.- 1 as is knlown to most of you, the discussion of a proposition now on your table, which 1 myself lhad the llhnour to suggest at last meeting, namely, that we do apply to the Legislature for an Act of Parliament in ordinary, to associate us into a corporate body, and give us a persona standi in judicio, with full power to prosecute and bring to conviction all encroachers upon our exclusive privilege, in the manner therein to be made and provided. In a letter from the ingenious Mr. Dousterswivel which I have received " Oldbuck, warmly —" I object to that fellow's name being mentioned; he is a common swindler." " For shame M! r. Oldbuck," said the Preses, " to use such terms respecting the ingenious inventor of the great patent machine erected at Groningen, where they put in raw hemp at one end, and take out ruffled shirts at the other, without the aid of hlackle or ripplling-co1lmb, loom, sluttle, or weaver, scissors, needle, or sealmstress. He had just completed it, by the addlition of a piece of machinery to perfori tile work of the laundress; but when it was exlit)ited beflore iis honour the burgomaster, it had the inconvenience of lheating the smoothling-irons red hot; excepting which, the experimrnent was entirely satisfactory. Iie will become as rich as a Jew." " Well," added cMr. Oldbuck, " if the scoundrel —-— "' Scoundrel, Mr. Oldbuck," said the Preses, " is a most unseemly expression, and I must call you to order. Mlr. Doulsterswivel is only an eccentric genius." " Pretty much the same in the Greek," muttel ed MIr. Oldburk; and then said aloud, " and if this eccentric genius has work enough in singeing the Dutchman's linen, what the devil has lie to do here?" "Why, lie is of opinion, that at t!le expense of a little mechanism, some part of the labour of composing these novels Inight be saved by the use of steam." There w-as a murmur of disapprobation at this proposal, and the words, " Blown up," and "' Bread taken out of oar mouths;" and "' They might as woll construct VOL. I. VI INTRODUCTION. a steanl parson," were whispered. And it was not without repeated calls to order, that the Preses obtained an opportunity of resuming his address. " Order!-Order! Pray, support the chair! Hear, hear, hear the chair!"'Gentlemen, it is to be premised, that this mechanIcal operation can only apply to those parts of the nar"ative which are at present composed out of commonplaces, such as the love-speeches of the hero, the de sc.ription of the heroine's person, the moral observations of all sorts, and the distribution of happiness at the conclusion of the piece. Mr. Dousterswivel has sent me some drawings, which go far to show, that, by placing the words and phrases technically employed on these subjects, in a sort of frame-work, like that of the Sage of Laputa, and changing them by such a mechanical process as that by which weavers of damask alter their patterns, many new and happy combinations cannot fail to occur, while the author, tired of pumping his own brains, may have an agreeable relaxation in the use of his fingers." "I speak for information, Mr. Preses," said the Rev. Mr. Lawrence Templeton; " but I am inclined to suppose the late publication of Walladmor to have been the work of Dousterswivel, by the help of the steam-engine.']' " For shame, Mr. Templeton," said the Preses; " there are good things in Walladmrnor, I assure you, had the writer known anything about the country in which he laid the scene." " Or had he had the wit, like some of ourselves, to lay the scene in such a remote or distant country that nobody should be able to back-speer2 him," said Mr. Oldbuck. "'Why, as to that," said the Preses, " you must consider the thing was got up for the German market, where folks are no better judges of Welch manners than of Welch crW.5"3 "I make it mry prayer that this he not found the fault of our own next venture," said Dr. Dryasdust, pointing INTRODUCTIONW V11 to some books which lay on the table. " I rear the mdnners expressed in that' Betrothed' of ours, will scarce meet tihe approbation of the Cymmerodion; I could have wished that Llhuyd had been looked intothat Powel had been consulted-that Lewis's History had been quoted, the preliminary dissertations particularly, in order to give due weight to the work." " Weight!' said Captain Clutterbuck c "by my soul, it is heavy enough already, Doctor." "Speak to the chair," said the Preses, rather peevishly. "To the chair, then, I say it," said Captain Clutterbuck, " that'The Betrothed' is heavy enough to break down the chair of John of Gaunt, or Cador-Edris itself. I must add, however, that, in my poor mind'The Talisman' goes more trippingly off."4 " It is not for me to speak," said the worthy minister of Saint Ronan's Well; " but yet I must say, that being so long engaged upon the Siege of Ptolemais, my work ought to have been brought out, humble though it be, before any other upon a similar subject at least." " Your siege, Parson!" said Mr. Oldbuck, with great contempt;' will you speak of your paltry prose-doings in my presence, whose great Historical Poem, in twenty books, with notes in proportion, has been postponed ad GUrecas Kalendas?" The Preses, who appeared to suffer a great deal during this discussion, now spoke with dignity and determination. " Gentlemen," he said, " this sort of discussion is highly irregular. There is a question before you, and to that, gentlemen, I must confine your attention. Priority of publication, let me remind you, gentlemen, is always referred to the Committee of Criticism, whose determination on such subjects is without appeal. I declare I will leave the chair, if any more extraneous matter be introduced. —And now, gentlemen, that we are once more in order, I would wish to have some gentleman speak upon the question, whether, as associated to carry on a joint-stock trade in fictitious narrative. in prose and verse, we ought not-to be incorporated by Ac 7t; vir IN'TRODUCTION. of Parliament? What say you, gentlemen, to the p;opsc sal? 17is unita6 fortior, is an old and true adage."' "Societas n ater discordiarumn, is a brocard as ancient anld as veritable," said Oldbuck, who seemed det:rmliiied, on this occasion, to.be pleased with no proposal tleat was t-untenanced by the chair. " Come, Monkbarns," said the Preses, in his most coaxing manner,'" you have studied the monastic institutions deeply, and know there must be a union o' peirsons and talents to do anything respectable, and attain a due ascendance over the spirit of the age. Tres faciunt collegium-it takes three monks to make a convent." " And nine tailors to make a man," replied Oldbuck, riot in the least softened in his opposition; " a quotaton as much to the purpose as the other." "' Comne, come," said the Preses, " you know the' Prince of Orange said to Mr. Seymour,' Without an association, we are a rope of sand.' " I know," replied Oldbuck, " it would have been as seemly that none of the old leaven had been displayed on this occasion, though you be the author of a Jacobite novel, I know nothing of the Prince of Orange after 1688; but I have heard a good deal of the immortal William the Third." "* And, to the best of my recollection," said Mr. Templeton, whispering Oldbuck, "it was Seymour made the remark to the Prince, not the Prince to Seymour. But this is a specimen of our friend's accuracy, poor gentleman He trusts too much to his memory 1 oi late years —-~-failing fast, sir- brealin, up." " And breaking down, too," said Mr. Oldbuck. " 3ut what can you expect of a man too fond of his own hasty and fashy compositions, to take the assistance of men of reading and of solid parts?" ~ No whispering-no caballing-no private business, gentlemen," said the unfortunate Preses,-who reminded us somewhat of a Highland drover, engaged in gathering and keeping in the straight road his excursive black cattle INTRODUCTIONo IX I have not yet heard," he continued, " a single reasonable objection to applying for the Act of'Parliament, of whllill tile draught lies on the table. You must be aware that tile extremes of rude and of civilized society are, in these our days, on the point of approaching to each other. In the patriarchal period, a man was his own weaver, tailor, butcher, shoemaker, and so forth; and, in the age of Slock-companies, as the present may De called, an individual may be said, in one sense, to exercise tile same plurality of trades. In fact, a man who has dipt largely into these speculations, may combine his own expenditure with the improvement of his own income, just like tile ingenious hydiraulic machine, which, by its very waste, raises its own supplies of water. Such a person buys his bread ftom his own Baking Company, his milk and cheese from his own Dairy Company, takes off a new coat for the benefit of his own Clothing Company, illuminates his house to advance his own Gas Establishment, and drinks an additional bottle of wine for the benefit of the General Wine linportation Company, of which he is himself a member. Every act, which would otherwise be one of Wrere extravagance, is, to such a person, seasoned with the odor lucri, and reconciled to prudence. Even if the price of the article consumed be extravagant, and the quality indifferent, the person, who is in a manner his own customer, is only imposed upon for his own benefit. Nay, if the Joint-stock Coinpany of Undertakers shall unite with the Medical Faculty, as proposed by the late facetious Doctor G -, under the firm of Death and the Doctor, the share-holder might contrive to secure to his heirs a handsome slice of his own deathbed and funeral expenses. In short, Stock-Companies are the fashion of the age, and an Incorporating Act will, I think, be particularly useful in bringing back the body, over whom I have the lhonour to preside, to a spirit of subordination, highly necessary to success In every enterprise where joint wisdoln, talent, and labour, are to be employed. It is with regret that I state, that, iAtsides several,f.terenesc arnnMorst wourse.llves, I have S INTRODUCTION. not myself for some time been treated with that (leference anlong tyou which circumstances entitled me t: expect." I linc ilhe lachrynzme," muttered 1]r. Oldbuck. s' But," continued the Chairman, " I see other gentlelmen impatient to deliver their opinions, and I desire to stand in no mnan's way. 1 therefore —my place ill this clhair forbidd(ing me to originate the motion-beg momne gentleman may move a committee fbr revising the draught of the bill now upon the table, and which has been duly circulated among those having interest, and take the necessary measures to bring it before the House early next session." There was a short murmur in the meeting, and at length Mr. Oldbuck again rose. " It seems, sir," he said, addressing the chair, " that no one present is willing to make the motion you point at. I am sorry no more qualified person has taken upon him to show any reasons in the contrair, and that it has fallen on me, as we Scotsmen say, to bell-the-cat with you; anent whlilk phrase, Pitscottie hath a pleasant jest of the great Earl of Angus —-— " Here a gentleman whispered the speaker, " Have a care of Pitscottie," and Mr. Oldbuck, as if taking the hint, went on. " But that's neither here nor there.-WeIl, gentlemen, to be short, I think it unnecessary to enter into the general reasonings wlhilk have this day been delivered, as I may say, ex cathedra; nor will I charge our worthy PIreses with an attempt to obtain over us, per ambages, and under colour of an Act of Parliament, a despotic na:;thcrity, inconsistent with our freedom: But this I will sa::y, that times are so much changed above stairs, that whereas last year you might have obtained an act incor-:o'a:ing a Steck Company for riddling ashes, you will not be able to procure one this y3ear for gathering pearls. What signifies, then, wasting the time of the meeting, by:Fquiring whether or not we ouglht to go in at a door w.hbich we know to be bolted and barred in our face, INTRODUCTION. gl and In tile face of all the comrpanies for fire or air, land or uwater, which we have of late seen bliglltedl?" Here there was a general clamour, seemingly of approoation, in wllich the words miglht be distillgulishled, " Needless to think of it"-" Mloney tlhrown away" — "Lost before the committee," &c. &c. &c. But above the tumult, the voices of two gentlemen, in diffeienr corners of the room, answered eacll ot3her clear and loud, like the blows of the two filures on Saint Dunstan's clock; and althoulgh the Cllairman, in much agitation. endeavoured to silence them, his inierruption llad onl. tilhe effect of cutting tllceir words iup into syllables, thus, — First Voice. " The Lord Chlan " Second Voice. "' Lord Lau~ " Chairman, (loudly.) " Scandalum magnatum." First Voice.'l The Lord Chlancel Second Voice. " The Lord Lauder- Chairman, (louder yet.) " Breacll of Privilege.' First Voice. " The Lord Cllancellor " Second Voice. " My Lord Lauderdlale-" Chairmart, (at the highest pitch oj' his voice.) " Called before the House." Both Voices together. " Will never consent to such a bill." A general assent seemed to follow tllis last proposition. which was propounded with as much eimplhasis as could be contributed by the united clappers of tile whlole meeting, joined to those of the voices already mentioned. Several persons present seemed to consider tile business of tile neeting as ended, and were )egiinting to handlie their hlats and canes, witll a view to departure, wllen tile Clairmtan, whIo hlad tlhrown himlnself back in his chair witli anl air of man-ifest mortification andk displeasure, again drew hlimsellf up, and comnlande(d attention. All stoppe(l, tlloughll some shllrgged tlleir shloulders, as if uender the predominating ilfluence of wliat is called a bore. But thle tenor of hiis discourse soon excited anxious attention. Si1 INTRODUOOCT1ON.' perceive, gentlemen," lie said, " that you are like the yo,,llng birds, who are inmpatient to leave their mother's inest-take care your own pelI-featllers are strong enougllh to sui))port you; since, as for my part, I arm t;red of sulpportillg on my willn sulch a set of ungrateful tills. Butt it siglifies notlingn sp)eaking —| will no lonoger avail rnixyself of suchl wealk lniisters as you-i wvill (liscard you-1 will unbeget you, as Sir Antliony Absolute says — J will leave you and your whllole hacked stock in tradeyour caverns and your castles-3your modern antiques, anmd your antiquated moderns-your confusion of times, manners, and circurnstances-your prolerlties, as playerfolk say of scenery and dresses-the whlole of your exlhausted expedients, to the fools who choose to deal with them. I will vindicate my own fame with my own righlt hand, without appealing to such lhalting assistants, Whom I have used for sport. rather than need. — 1 will lay my lfundationm better than on quick-sands ~ - will rear my structure of better materials than paintetl calits; —in a word, I wil1l write HisTORY." Tliee was a tumult of surprise, amid which our reporter detected the following expressions:-" Tile devil you will!"-"- You, my dear sir, yo l? n —"'Tle old gerntlemran forgets that he is the greatest liar since Sir J&,hn Mandeville." " Not the worse historian for that," said Oldbuck,'L silce history, you know, is half fiction." " I'll answer for that half being forthcoming, " said the former speakeir; " but for tile scantling of truth which is r.ecessary after all,,olrd help us!-Geoffirey of Monmnc:th wiAl be Lord Clarendon to him." As the confilsion began to abate, Inore than one merm her of the meeting was seen to toutch hIis forehead sig niAezny y, wh;la Captain Clutterbuck humie'd, Be. by your friends.advised, T:o Irash, too hasty, dad, Maugre your bolts and wise head, The world will think you nad. INTRODUCTION XII..6 The world, and you, gentlemen, may think what you please," said the Chairman, elevating his voice " hblt I intend to write the most wonderful book wsei(lt the world ever read-a book in which every incideLit shall be incredible, yet strictly true-a work recalling recollections with which the ears of this generation once tingled, and which shall be read by our children with ai' admiration approaching to incredulity. Such shall be lie LIFE of NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE, by the AUTHOR Of WAVERLEY!" In the general start and exclamation which followed this annunciation, Mr. Oldbuck dropped his snuff-box; and the Scottish rappee, which dispersed itself in consequence, had effects upoi the nasal organs of our report. er, ensconced as he was under the secretary's table, which occasioned his being discovered and extruded inl the illiberal and unhandsome manner we have mention. ed. with threats of farther damage to his nose, ears, and other portions of his body, on the part especially of Captain Clutterbuck. Undismayed by these threats, whicll indeed those of his profession are accustomed to hold at defiance, our young man hovered about the door of thle tavern, but could only bring us the further intelligence, tllpt the meeting had broken up in about a quarter of an Ile.-r aft"'r his expulsion, " in much-admrired disorder.' 2 L. 1. TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. TALE I. THE BETROTHED. CHAPTER I. Now in these dayes were hotte wars upon the Marches of Wales. LEwis's History. THE Chronicles from which this narrative is extracted, assure us, that, during the long period when the Welch princes maintained their independence, the yeas 1187 was peculiarly marked as favourable to peace betwixt them and their warlike neighbours, the Lords tMarchers, who inhabited those formidable castles on the frontiers of the ancient British, on the ruins of wilich trhe traveller gazes with wonder. This was the time whllen Baldwin, Archbishop of Canterbury, accompanied by the learned Giraldus de Barri, afterwards Bishop of Saint David's, preached the Crusade fiom castle to castle, from town to town; awakened the inmost valleys of his native Cambria with the call to arms for recovery of the Holy Sepulchre; and, while he deprecated the feuds and wars of Christian men against each other, held out to the martial spirit of the age a general object of ambition, and a scene of adventure, where the ftvour of Heaven, as well as of earthly renown, was to reward the successful champions. Yet the British chieftains, among the thousands whom this spirit-stirring sutmurM1s called fi'om their native land 16 TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. to a distant and perilous expedition, had perhaps thbest excuse for declining tile summons. The superior skill of the Anglo-Norman knights, who were engaged in constant inroads on the Welch frontier, and who were frequently detaching from it large portions, which they fortified with castles, thus making good what they had wVon,. was avenged, indeed, but not compensated, by thie fullious inroads of the British, Wvho, like the billows of a retiring tide, rolled on successively, with noise, fury, and de aistation; but, on each retreat, yielded ground insensibly to their invaders. A union among the native princes might have opposed a strong and peritlanent barrier to tile encroacruments of the strangers; but they were, unhappily, as much at discord among themselves as they were with the Nornlans, and were constantly enogaged in private war with each other, of which the colnnlon eneniy had the sole advantage. The invitation to the Crusade promised something at least of novelty to a nation peculiarly ardent in their tem;per; and it was accepted by many, regardless ol the consequences which must ensue to the country whlich they left defenceless. Even the most celebrated enemies of the Saxon and Norman race laid aside their enmity against the invaders of their country, to enrol themselves under the banners of the Crusade. Amongst these was reckoned Gwenwyn, (or more properly Gwenwynwen, though we retain tile briefer appellative,) a British prlince who continued exercising a precarious sovereignty over such parts of Powys-Land as had not been subjugated by the iMortirners, Guarines, Latimers, Fitz-Alans, and other Norman nobles, who, under various pretexts, and solnetiines contemnning all other save tile open avowal of superior force, had severed and appropriated large portions of that once extensive and independent principality, which, when Wales was unhappily divided into three parts on the death of Roderick Mawr, fell to the lot of his youngest son Mervyn. The undaunted resolution and stubborn ferocity of Gwenwyn, descendlant of that prince, had long made him beloved THLE BETiRO'dEl'IJD. 17 among the ", Tall men," or Champions of Wales; and lie was enabled, nore by tile number of those who served under hi1m, attracted by his reputation, than by the natural strength of his dilapidated principality, to retaliate the encroachments of' tile E:1nglish by the mos wastefiil inroads. Yet even Gwenwyn on the present occasionl seeinet to forget his deeply s;worn hatred against his danlgerous neigh hours. TIe T'orcll of Pengwern, (for so Gwenwyn was called, firoai his fiequently laying the province of Shrewsbury in conflagration,) seenmed at present to burii as calmlly as a taper in the bowver of a lady; and the Wolf of Plinlinunon, another name with which the bards had graced Gwenwyn, now slumbered as peacefully as tle. shepherd's dog on the domestic hearth. But it was not alone the eloquence of Baldwin or of Gerald which had lulled into peace a spirit so restless and fierce. It is true, their exhortations had done more towards it than Gwenwyn's followers had thought possible. The Archbishop had induced the British Chief to break bread, and to mingle in sylvan sports, with his nearest, and hitherto one of his most determined enemies, the old Norman warrior Sir Raymond Berenger, who, sometimes beaten, sometimes victorious, but never subdued, had, in spite of Gwenwyn's hottest incursions, maintained his Castle of Garde Doloureuse, upon the marches of Wales; a place strong by natulre and well fortified by art, which the Welch prince had found it impossible to conquer, either by open force or by stratagem, and which, remaining with a strong garrison in his rear, often checked his incursions, by rendering his retreat precarious. On this account, Gwenwyn of Powys-Land had an hundred times vowed the death of Raymond Berenger, and the demolition of his castle; but the policy of the sagacious old warrior, and his long experience in all warlike practice, were such as, with the aid of his more lowerful countrymen, enablel him to defy the attempts VOL. I. 18 TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. of his fiery neighbour. If there was a man, therefore, throughout England, whom Gwenwyn hated more tllan another, it was Raymond Berenger; and yet the good Archbishop Baldwin could prevail on the Welch prince to meet him as a friend and ally in the cause of the Cross. He even invited Raymond to the autumn festivities of his Welch palace, where the old knight, in all honourable courtesy, feasted and hunted for more than a'week in the dominions of his hereditary foe. To requite this hospitality, Raymond invited the Prince of Powys, with a chosen but limited train, during the ensuing Christmas, to the Garde Doloureuse, which some antiquaries have encleavoured to identify with.the Castle of Colune, on the river of the same name. But the length of time, and some geographical difficulties, throw doubts upon this ingenious conjecture. As the Welchman crossed the draw-bridge, he was observed by his faithful bard to shudder with involuntary emotion; nor did Cadwallon, experienced as he was in life, and well acquainted with the character of his master, make any doubt that lie was at that moment strongly urged by tile apparent opportunity, to seize u)on the strong fortress which hlad been so long the object of his cupidity, even at the expense of violating hIis good faith. Dreading lest tile struggle of hlis master's conscience and his ambition should terminate unfavourably for his fanme, the bard arrested his attention by whlispering in their native language, that " the teeth which bite hardest are those which are out of sight;" and Gwenwyn looking around him, became aware that, tlhough only unarmed squires and pages appeared in the court-yard, yet thle towers and battlements coninecting them were garnished withl archers and men-at-arms. They proceeded to thle banquet, at vwhich Gwenwyn, "or tile first time, beheld Eveline Berenger, the sole child of the Norman castellane, the inheritor of his domains and of his supposed iwealth, aged only sixteen, and tile most beautiful damsel upon the Welcl nlarcles. Many a spear had already been shivered in maintenance THE BETnRO FED. 19 of her charms; and the gallant Hugo de Lacy, Consta ble of Chester, one of the most redoubted warriors of the tiie, had laid at Eveline's feet the prize which his cllivalry had gained in a great tournament held near that ancient town. Gwenwvyn considered these triumphs as so many additional recommendations to Eveline; her beauty was incontestable, and she was heiress of the fortress whiich he so much longed to posse-%, and which lie began now to think might be acquired by means more smooth than those with which he was in the use of working out his will. Again, the hatred whichb subsisted between the British and their Saxon and Norman invaders; his long and illextinguished feud with this very Raymond Berenger; a general recollection that alliances between the Welch and English had rarely been happy; and a consciousness that the measure which he meditated would be unpopular among his followers, and appear a dereliction of the systematic principles on whic lie had hitherto acted, restrained him fiorn speaking his wishes to Raymond or his daughter. The idea of' the rejection of his suit did not for a moment occur to him; he was convinced he had but to speak his wishes, and that the daughlter of a Norman castellane, wlhose ranrk or power were not of the higlhest order among the nobles of the frontiers. must be delighted and hIonoured by a proposal for allying his family with tihat of the sovereign of a hundred mountains..lThere was indeed another objection, wilichl in later tinies would hIave been of considerable weihlit-Gwenwyn was already married. But Brengwain was a childless bride; sovereigns, (and among sovereigns the Welch prince ranked himself,) marry for lineage, and the Pope was not likely to be scrupulous, where the question was to oblige a prince who hlad assumed the Cross with such ready zeal, even although, in fact, his thoughts had been much more on the Garde Doloureuse than on Jerusalem. In the meanwhile, if Rayinond Berenger (as was suspected) was not liberal P'nough in his opinions to permit Eveline to hlold the'empc'arv rank of concubine. which the manners of 2 G TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. Wales warranted Gwenwyn to offer as an imlterim ar rangement, lie had only to wait for a few monthlls, and sue for a divorce through tile Bishop of Saint David's, or some other intercessor at tile Court of Rome. Agitating these thoutghts in his mind, Gwenwyn prolonged his residence at the Castle of Berenler, ionom Christmas till Twelfth-day; and endured tile presence of the Norman cavaliers vwho resorted to Raymond's festal halls, althoulgh, regarding themselves, in virtue ol thIeir rank'f knighthlood, equal to the most potent sovereigns, they made small- account of the long descent of thle Welch prince, who, in their eyes, was but the chiel of a semi-barbarous province; while he, on his part, considered them little better than a sort of privileged robbers, and with the utmost difficulty restrained himself from manifesting his open hatred, when lie beheld tllem careering in the exercises of chivalry, the habitual use of whichl rendered them such forinidable enemies to hlis country. At length, the term of feasting was ended, and knight and squire departed from the castle, which once more assumed the aspect of a solitary and guarded fiontier fort. But the Prince of Powys-Land, while pursuing his sports on his own mountains and valleys, found thlat even the abundance of the game, as well as his release fiom the society of tile Norman chivalry, who affected to treat him as an equal, profited him notlling, so long as tile light and beautiful form of Eveline, on her white palfrey, was banished from the train of sportsmen. In short, he hesitated no longer, but took into his confidence his chaplain, an able and sagacious manxwhose pride was flattered by his patron's communication, and who, besides, saw in the proposed scheme some contingent advantages for himself and his order By his counsel, the proceedings for Gwenwyn's di vorce were prosecuted under favorable auspices, and the unfortunate Brengwain was removed to a nunnery, which perhaps she found a more cheerful habitation than the lonely retreat in whicti she had led a neglee.ted life ever since Gwenwyn had despaired of her THE BETRIOTI{ED. 21 ned being blessed Xwith issue. Father Einion a'so dealt withl thle chiefs and elders of tile land, and represented to them the advantage which in future wars tley were cer taintoobtainbythle possession of the Garde Doloureuse, which had for more than a century covered and protected a considerable tract of country, rendered their advance difficult, and their retreat perilous, and, in a word, prevented thteir carrying their incursions as far as the gates of Shrewsbuiy. As for the union with the Saxon damsel, the fetters which it was to form might not (the good father hinted,) be found more permanent than those which had bound Gwenwyn to her predecessor, Brengwain. These arguments, mingled with others adapted to the views and wishes of different individuals, were so prevailing, that the chaplain in the course of a few weeks was able to report to his princely patron, that his proposed match would meet with no opposition from the elders and nobles of his dominions. A golden bracelet, six ounces in weight, was the instant reward of the priest's dexterity in negotiation, and lie was appointed by Gwenwyn to commit to paper those proposals, which he doulbted not were to throw the Castle of Garde Doloureuse, notwith standing its melancholy name, into an ecstasy of joy. With some difficulty the chaplain prevailed on his patron to say nothing in this letter,lpon his temporary plan of concubinage, which lie wisely judged might be considered as an affront both by Eveline and her father. The matter of the divorce lhe represented as almost entirely settled, and wound JIp his letter with a moral application, in which were many allusio is to Vashti, Esther, and Ahasuerus. Having despatched this letter by a swift and trnslt3 messenger, the British prince openetl in all solemnity the feast of Easter, which hlad come round during the cou'rse of these external and internal negotiations. Upon the approaching Holy-tide, to propitiate the tminds of his subjects and vassals, they were invited in large numnbers to partake a princely festivity at Castell-,or-ll ror thle Red Castle, as it was then called. since bel 22 TALES OF THIE CRUSADERS. ter known by the name of Powys-Castle, and in latter times, the princely seat of the Dulke of Beaufort. The archlitectural magnificence of this noble residence is of a much later period than that of Gwenwyn, whose palace, at the time we speak of, was a long, low-roofed edifice of red stone, whence the castle derived its name; while a ditch and palisade were. in addition to the commanding situation, its most important defences. CHAPTER II. In Madoc's tent the clarion sounds, With rapid clangor hurried far; Each hill and dale the note rebounds, But when return the sons of war! Thou, born of stern Necessity, Dull Peace! the valley yields to thee, And owns thy melancholy sway. Welch Poem. THE feasts of the ancient British princes usually exhioited all the rude splendour and liberal indulgence of mountain hospitality, and Gwenwyn was, on the present occasion, anxious to purchase popularity by even an unusual display of profusion; for he was sensible that the alliance which he meditated might indeed be tolerated, but could not be approved, by his subjects and followers. The following incident, trifling in itself, confirmed his apprehensions. Passing one evening, when it was become nearly dark, by thle open window of a guard-room, usually occupied by some few of his most celebrated soldiers, who relieved each other in watching his palace, he heard Morgan, a man distinguished for strength, courage, and ferocity, say to the companion with whom lie was sitting by tile watcll-fire, " Gvwenwyn is turned to a priest, r a woman! When was it beforle these last months. that THE BETROTHED). 2 a follower of his was obliged to gnaw the treat from the bone so closely, as I am now peeling the morsel which I hold in my hand?"5 "Wait but a while," replied his comrade, " till the Norman matchl be accomplished; and so small will be the prey we shall then drive from the Saxon churls, that we mnay be glad to swallow, like hungry dogs, the very bones themselves." Gwenwyn heard no more of their conversation; but this was enough to alarm his pride as a soldier, and his jealousy as a prince. He was sensible, that the people over whom he ruled were at once fickle in their disposition, impatient of long repose, and full of hatred against their neighbours; and he almost dreaded the consequences of the inactivity to which a long truce might reduce them. The risk was now incurred, however; and to display even more than his wonted splendour and liberality, seemed the best way of reconciling the wavering affections of his subject-;. A Norman would have despised the barbarous magnificence of an entertainment, consisting of kine and sheep roasted whole, of goats' flesh and deers' flesh seethed in the skins of the animals themselves; for the Normans piqued themselves on the quality rather than the quantity of their food, and, eating rather delicately than largely, ridiculed the coarser taste of the Britons, althoughl the-last were in their banquets much mol e moderate than were the Saxons; nor would the oceans ot crtw and hydromel, which overwhelmed the guests like a deluge, have made up, in their opinion, for the absence of the more elegant and costly beverage which they had learned to love in the south of Europe. Milk, prepared in various ways, was another material of the British entertainment, which would not have received their approbation, although a nutriment which, on ordinary occasions, often supplied the want of all others amnong the ancient inhlabitants, whose country was rid in flocks and Iteris, but poor in aricultural produce. 762 :04 1 AI, IS o F'IF THI CIU.'ADE1I.'lhe banquet.was spreadl in a iong low lt-al, built of rough w(ood liled withl sllinlJes, liaviln;a fire (t each erld, t)he slmlokle of' wvlichl, ulnil1le to find its wvay tlfroh}) thl)e imlperli'et climhneys in t}He roof, rolled inl clouldy tiillows above tlHe heads of th}e revellers, wlho sat on low seats, prlp: sely to avoid its stifling ftumes.6 The mnien andic appearance of the com-pany assemhnbled was wild, and, even in tlleir social hours, almost terrific. Their prince himself lhad thlle gigantic port and fiery eye fitted to sway an unruly people, whose delight was in the field of battle; and the long mtlstaches which lie and mnost of his chaimptions wore, added to the formidable dignity of his preselce. Like most of those present, Gwenwyn wtas cladt in a simIle tunic of white linen cloth, a remnant of the dress whicll tle Roomans had1 iintroda1 ced into lprovincial Britain; and lie was distinguislhed by the Eudorclawg, or clain of twisted gold lilnks, with wlhiclh tile Celtic tribes always decorated their cliiefls.'T'hle collar, indeed, elpresenting in tforn the species of links nladJe by chlildren out of' ruslles, was comn-mon to chiieftaiids of inferior rank, nlany of' whomn bore it in virtue of tlheir birthl, or hlad won it by military exploits; but a ring of gold, bent around the head, intemlingled withl Gwenwyn's hairi- or lie claimete the rank of one of tl:ree diademed [princes of Wales, and this armIlets and anklets of thle samel nmetal, were peculiar to the l'rince of Powys, as an indepenldent soviereign. Two squires of his body, who dedicated their whole attention to his service, stood at the Prince's back; and at his feet sat a page, whose duty it was to keep them warm by chafing and' by wrapping them in his mantle. The san:e right of sovereignty, whiclh assigned to Gwenwyn his goclden crownlet, gave him a title to the attendance of the foot-bearer, or youth, who lay on the rushes, and whose L3uty it was to cherish tlhi Prince's feet in his lap or bosom1.7 Notwithlstanding thle mnilitary displosition ofl tlhe ghests, and the danger arising from the feuds into wbhich tley were divided, few of the feasters wvore any defensive armnour, excel)t thte light goat-skin buckler, whicl: lung belin.d each inan's seat. On'tlhe otlher Iand, they xx ere well provided with offensive weapons; for the brioad, TiHIF BETROTHED. 25 sllarp, sho;t twvo-edged sword was another legacy of thle RolllCIns. INiost addled a wood-knife or p)oniardl; ana theie were store of javelins, dcarts, bows andl arrows, pikes, lialberds, Danish axes, and Welcll llooks and bills; so, in case of ill-blood arising c!during thie banquet, tlhere was no lack of weapons to work nlischlief. B13ut although tile iorm of tile feast was somewha-lit cdisorderly, and tilat tile revellers were unrestrained by the stricter rules of good-breeding wllicl tile laws of cllivalry illposecd, the Easter banquet of Gwenwyn possessed, in lthe attendance of twvelve eminent bards, one soturce of thle most exalted pleasure, in a much lligher degree tllan tile proud Normans could tllemselves boast. TIle latter, it is true, Ilad their minstrels, a race of men trained to tile profession of poetry, song, and music; but a'ltlioutgh tlhose arts vere higilly lIonoured, and the inrliviclual professors, when they attained to eminence, were often richlly rewarded, and treated wit-h distinction, tile order of Iinstrels, as sucli, was lheldl in low esteem, being collml)osed clidefly of' worthless and dissolute strollers, by llotil tile art was assumed, in order to escal)e ftiom tlje necessity ol' labour, and to have tile nleans of puirsuing a wa ntldering and dissipated course of lile. Suclt, in all times, Ilas been tlhe censure upon thle calling of tliose vwho detlicate tllernselves to thle public a1ltuselnent; among whloIn those distinguished by individuall excellence are soml0etimnes raised lligll in tile social circle, willile far tile inore numerous professors, who only reach mediocrity, arc sunlk into tile lower scale. But suchl was not tile case with tile order of bards in Wales, wlho, sllcceedling to tile dlgnity of the druids, under whom thley hlad originally fo in- ed a subordinate fraternity, llad many immIunities, were held in the highest reverence and esteerm, and exercised much influence with their countrynmet. Tileir power over the public mnind even rivalled tlhat of thle priests themselves, to whorn indeed they bore somee resemblance; for they never wore arms, were initiated into their order by secret and mystic solemnities, and honlage v as rendered to their./wen, or flow of poetic inspiration, voI,. I 26 TALES OF TILE CRUSADEURS as if it h1ad been indeed marked wvith a divine character. Thus possessed of poxvwer atld consequlence, thle bards wvere not u:nwilling to esercise tlleir 1)rivileges, and sometimes, in d(oinl so, tiei'rmanners fi'equently savoured o01 caprice. Tlhis was perhaps the case witl Cadwallon, the chief bard of Gwelwvyn, and whlo, as sucl, was expected to have p)outred forth the tide of song in the banquettinghiall of his prince. But neitller the anxious and breathless expectation of tile assemnlled c1hiefs and cliaimpions -neitlier the dead silence whlich stilled tlle roaring hall, whien Ills harp was reverently placed belore him by his attendantl nor even the commands or entreaties of the Prince himself — could extract fiom Cadwallon niaore than a short and interrupted prelude upon the instrument, the notes of whlich arranged tlihemselves into an air inexpressibly mournfull, and died away in silence. The Prince fiowned darkly on the bard, who was himself far too dee.ply lost in gloomyi thought, to offer any apology, or even to observe Ilis dispfleasure. Again lhe touchled a few wild notes, and, raising his looks upward, seemed to be on the very point of'bursting forth into a tide of song similar to those with which this master of his art was wont to enchlant his hearers. But the eflort was in vain — ie declared that hlis right hand was withered, and pushed tlle instrument from him. A murmutir went round the company, and Gvenwyn read in their aspects that tiley received the unusual silence of Cadwallon on this higih occasion as a bad onien. I-le called hastily on a young and ambitions bard, named (;aradoc of Alienwy gent, whlose rising fitme was likely soon to vie withl the established reputation of Cadwnallon, ainG sutlmoned him to sing sometlling which might commalnd the applause of his sovereign and the glratitude of' the company. The young man was amblitious. and tnderstood tdle arts of a courtier. He conm!uened a poem, in whlicl, althoughl under a feigned name, le drew such a poetitc pictiu e of Eveline Beren ger, that Gwenwyn wasn enraptured; and whlile all wvlo had seen the beautitfil TIIE BETROTHED. 27 or0iginal at once recognized tile resemblance, tile eves oI tile Prince confessed at once his passion for tile subject, and his adlniration of the poet. The figures of' Celtic poetry, in tllemselves highly imaginative, were scarce sufficient for the enthusiasum of the alnlbitious bard, rising in his tone as lie perceived the feelings which lie was excitilni,. Tile praises of tile Prince mingled with tllose of thle Norlman beauty; and " as a lion," said the p:oet, "C can only be led by the hand of a clhaste and beautiful maiden, so a chlief can only acknowledge the empire of the most virtuous, tlme most lovely of her sex. Who asks of tile noon-day sun, in wllat quarter of the world lie was born? and wllo slhall ask of sulch charms as hlers, to what country thle) owe tlleir bilrth?" Entlhusiasts in pleasure as in vwar, and possessed of iinaginations whicll answered readily to the summons of their poets, the WVelch chiefs and leaders united in acclanmations of applause; and the song of the bard went firtl-er to ren(ler poplular the intended alliance of the rince, than had all tIle graver arguments of his priestly precursor in the sainme toplic. Gwenivyn hiself;, in a transport of delight, tore off tlhe golden bracelets which lie wore, to bestow them upon a hard whlose song had produced an effect so desirable; and said, as lie looked at tile silent and sullen Cadwallon,'6 The silent harp was never strung with golden wires." "- Prince," answered the bard, whose pride was at least equal to that of Gwenwyn himself, " you pervert the proverb of Taliessin-it is the flattering harp, which never lacked golden strings." Gwenwyn, turning sternly towards him, was about to mnake an angry answer, wllen tile sultlden appearance of Jorworthl, the messenger whom lie had despatched to Raymond Berenger, arrested ilis purpose. This rude envoy entc:red tile hall bare-legged, excepting the sandals of goat-skin which he wore, and lhaving on his shr ulder a cloak of the same, and a short javelin in his hand. The lust mn his g;arments, and the flush on his brow. showed i28 TALES OF TIlE CRUSADERS. vith whlat hasty zeal l.is errand hlad been cxecutcd. G(;\Veny lellne(i-etldel of' Iiim e'0'erl y'lX l,it ews fi'rr Garde Dolotireuse, Jorworth ap) Jev~an?" "I bear them in my bosoin," said the son of Jevarl and, with much reverence, lhe delivered to tle Prince a packet, bounld with silk, and sealed with thle impression of a swan, the ancient cognizance of tlhe House of' Berenger. Hhimself iglnorant ol writing or readir.g, Gwenwyn119 in anxious haste, delivered the letter to Cadwallon, Who usually acted as secretary whien thle chaplain was not ina presence, as cllanced then to be thle case. Cadwvallon looking at tie letter, said briefly, " I read no Latin. Ill betide the Normnan, who writes to a Prince of Powys in other language tllan tllhat of Britain! and well was ttle h]ooiu', whien tl)at nt-l)Ile tongDule alone was spoken fiom Tintac-dgel to Cairleoil!" Gwxvenwyn only replied to him with an angry glance. ( Wllere is Father ]iniorn?" said thle impatient l)rince. H" e assists in the church," replied one of hIis attendants,'" for it is the feast of Saint " " Were it the feast of Saint David," said Gwenwyn,' and were the pyx between his hands, lie must come hither to me instantly!" One of the chief henchmen sprung off, to command his attendance, and, in the meantime,. Gwenwyn eyed the letter containing the secret of his fate, but which iL required an interpreter to read, with such eagerness and anxiety, that Caradoc, elated by his former success, threw in a few notes to divert; if possible, the tenor of his patron's thoughts during the interval. A liglit and lively air, touclled by a hand which seemed to hlesitate, like the submissive voice of an inferior, fearing to interrupt his master's meditations, introduced a stanza or two applicable to the suhLject. And what tlhotirh thou, 0 scroll," he said, apostrophizing the letter, which lay on tlhe table before his mnas ter, " dost speak with the tongue of the stranger Hath not. the cuckow a harsh note, and vet she tells us of green buds and springing flowers? Whar if thv lan THTE BETROTHIED. * giage be tlhat of thle stoled priest, is it not the same whiicll binds henarts and liaiids togetlher at the altar? And what tiloigih tlhou delayest to render ll) thy treasures, are not all pl)eastures nIost sxweet, wlenl enhllanced by expectation? Whlat were the ctlase, if' the deer dropped at otur feet thle instant lie started firoln the cover — or what valiue were there in the love of the maiden, were it yielded wvithout coy' delay?" The song of' tle bard was hlere broken short by the entrance of the Jpriest, illo, Ilasty in obeying the summons of his impatient malster, had not tarried to lay aside even the stole, wvhicll he had worn in the holy service; and many of the elders thought it was no good omen, that, so habited, a priest should appear in a festive asseimbly, and amid prolane minstrelsy. The priest opened the letter of the Norman Baron, and, struck with surprise at the contents, lifted his eyes in silence. " Read it!" exclaimed the fierce Gwenwyn. "So please you," replied the more prudent chaplain, " a smaller company were a fitter audience." " Read it aloud!" repeated the Prince, in a still higher tone; " there sit none hiere who respect not the honour of their prince, or who deserve not his confidence. Read it, I say, aloud! and by Saint David, if Raymond the Norlman hath dared- " He stopped short, and, reclining on his seat. composed himself to an attitude of attention; but it was easy for his followers to fill up the breach in his exclamation wlhich prudence had recommended. The voice of the Chaplain was low and ill-assured as 1ha read the following epistle:"Raymond Berenger, the noble Norman Klliglht, Seneschal of tile Garde Doloureulse, to Gwenwyn, Prince of Powys, (May peace be between them!) sendetll health. "Your letter, craving tile hand of our dauglJter Eve. line Berenger, was safely delivered to us by your servant. VOL, T 30 TAILES OF THE CRUSADERS. Jorworth ap Jevan, and we thank you heartily for the good meaning therein expressed to us and to ours. But, considering within ourselves the difference of blood and lineage, with the impediments and causes of offence which have often arisen in the like cases, we hold it fitter to match our daughter among our own people; and this by no case in disparagement of you, but solely for the weal of you, of ourselves, and of our mutual dependants, who will be the more safe from the risk of quarrel betwixt us, that we essay not to draw the bonds of our intimacy more close than beseemeth. The sheep and the goats feed together in peace on the same pastures, but they mingle not in blood, or race, the one with the other. Moreover, our daughter Eveline hath been sought in marriage by a noble and potent Lord of the Marches, Hugo de Lacy, the Constable of Chester, to which most honourable suit we have returned a favourable answer. It is therefore impossible that we should in this matter grant to you the boon you seek; nevertheless, you shall at all times find us, in other matters, willing to pleasure you; and hereunto we call God, and Our Lady, and Saini Mary Magdalene of Quatford, to witness; to whose keeping we heartily recommend you. " Written by our command, at our Castle of Garde Doloureuse, within the Marches of Wales, by a reverend priest, Father Aldrovand, a black monk of the house of'Wenlock - and to which we have appended our seal, upon the eve of the blessed martyr Saint Alphegius, to whom be honour and glory!" The voice of Father Einion faltered, and the scroll which he held in his hand trembled in his grasp, as he arrived at the conclusion of this epistle; for well he knew that insults more slight than Gwenwyn would hold the least word it contained, were sure to put every drop of his British blood into the most vehement commotion. Nor did it fail to do so. The Prince had gradnally drawn himself up from the posture of repose in vhht ch he had pi "pared to listen to the epistle; and whent THE BETROTHED. 3! it concluded, he sprung on his feet like a startled lion, spurning fiom him as he rose the foot-bearer, who rolled at some distance on the floor. " Priest,' he said, " hast thou read that accursed scroll fairly? for if thou hasi added, or diminished, one word, or one letter, I will have thine eyes so handled, Lhat thou shalt never read letter more!" The monk replied, trembling, (for he was well aware that the sacerdotal character was not uniformly respected among the irascible Welchmen,) " By the oath of my order, nmighty prince, I have read word for word, and letter for!etter." There was a momentary pause, while the fury ot Gwenwyn, tit this unexpected affront, offered to him in the presence cf all his Uckelwyr, (i. e. noble chiefs, literally men of high stature,) seemed too big for utterance, when the silence was broken by a few notes from the hitherto mute harp of Cadwallon. The Prince looked round at first with displeasure at the interruption, for he was himself about to speak; but when lie beheld the bard bending over his harp with an air of inspiration, and blending to-ether, with unexampled skill, the wildest and most exalted tones of his art, lie hirnself became an auditor instead of a speaker, and Cadwallon, not the Prince, seemed to become the central point of the assembly, on whom all eyes were bent, and to whom each ear was turned with br'eathless eagerness, as if his strains were the responses of an oracle. W" e wed not with the stranger," —thus burst the song from the lips of the poet. " Vortigern wedded with the stranger; thence came the first woe upon Britain, and a sword upon her nobles, and a thunderbolt upon her palace. We wed not with the enslaved Saxon —the fiee and princely stag seeks not for his bride the heifer whose neck the yoke hath worn. We wed not with the rapacious Norman —the noble hound scorns to seek a mate from the herd of ravening wolves. Whenn was it heard that the Cymry, the descendants of Brute, the:rue children of the soil of fair Britain. were plundered. 3 2 TALES OF THII, CRUSADER3I opplressed, bereft of their l)irtll-righlt, and liust!!eed even in tlleir last retreats? —wllen, but silnce tile) stretclihld their fhand ill firiendslli}) to tile stranger, and claspled to their boso-ms tile daughter of the Saxon? WWhich of the two is feared? —tlie empty water-course of summer, or the channel of the headlong winter torrent; —A maiden smiles at the suinmer-sl-rook brook wliile shle crosses it, but a barbed horse and his rider will fear to stern tlhe -inttry flood. Mlen of Mathraval and Powys, be tlhe dreaded floodof vinter-Gwenwyn, son of Cyverliock! — may thy l)lulme be thle topmost of its vaves!" All tlloughts of peace, tlioughts which, in themselves, were foreign to the hiearts of the warlike British, p)assed before the song of Cadwallon like dust before the whirlwvind, and the unanimous shout of tile assembly declared for instant iar. The Prince himself spoke not, but, looking proudly around him, flung abroad his arm, as one who cheers his followers to the attack. The priest, had lie dared, might have reminded Gwenwyn, that the Cross which he lhad assumed on his slioulder, had consecrated his arm to the Holy War, and preeiluded his engaging in any civil strife. But the task was too dangerous for Father Einion's courage, and he shrunk from the h1all to the seclusion of his own convent. Caradoc, whose brief hour of popularity was past, also retired, with-h-lumble and dejected looks, and not without a giance of indigtiation at his triumphant rival, who 1had so judiciously reserved his display of art for the theme of wvar, that wvas ever most popular with thle audience. The chiefs resumed their seats no longer for the purpose of festivity, but to fix in the hasty inanner customary amtong these prcmpt warriors where tley were to assemble thleir ~rorces, which, upon such occasions, comprehended almost all thle able-bodied males of the country, —for all, excepting the priests and thel bards, vwere soldiers,-and to settle the order of their descent upon the devoted marchles, whllere they proposed tc signalize, by general ravage, their sense of the insult vwhic. their prince had received, by:the rejection of his suit-. T1IE BETRPOTHIIED S CHAPTER III. The sands are number'd, that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here.my lilit must end. I-teny V1. Act,.. Scene IV. XXTHEN Raymond Berenger had despatched his mission to the Prince of Powys, lie was not unsuspicious, dclougih altogetller fearless, of the result. Ile sent Inessen-gers to the several dependants who held their fiefs by the tenure of cornpace, and warned thenm to be on the alert, that lie miglit receive instant notice of the approach of the enermy. These vassals, as is well known, occupied the numnerous towers, whiclh, like so many falconnests, had been built on the points most convenient to defend the frontiers, and were bound to give signal of any incursion of the Welch, by blowing their horns; which sounds, answered firom tower to tower, and from station to station, gave the alarm for general defence. But although Raymond considered these precautions as necessary, from the fickle and precarious temper of his neighbours, and for maintaining his own credit as a soldier, he was far from believing the danger to be irnminent; for the preparations of the Welch, though on a much more extensive scale than had lately been usual, were as secret, as their resolution of war had beeni suddenly adopted. It was upon the second morning after the memorable festival of Castell-Coch, that the tempest broke on tlhe Normarl frontier. At first a single, long, and keen bttgleblast, ainnounced the approach of the enemy; presently tile signals of alarm Nwere echoed firom every castle and tower on tile borders of Shropshire, where every p)lace of htbitation was then a fortress. }Beacons were litrlhted upon crals and emiinences, the bells were rung backward mn tb churches and towns. while the Eeneral an.d eariest 34 TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. summons to arms announced an extremity of dangei which even tlhe inhabitants of that unsettled country hJad not hitlherto experienced. Amnid this general alarm, Raymond Berenger, having busiedl himself in arranging his fe\w but gallant folloxwers and adllerents, and taken suchl modes of prIocuring intelligence of the enemy's strength and motions as were in his power, at length. ascended the watch-tower of the castle, to observe in person the country around, already obscured in several places by the clouds of smoke, which announced the progress and the ravages of the invaders. He was speedily joined by his favourite squire, to whvlom the unusual heaviness of his master's looks was cause of much surprise, for till now they had ever been blithest at the hour of battle. The squire held in his hand his master's helmet, for Sir Raymond was all armed, saving the head. " Dennis Morolt," said the veteran soldier, "are our vassals and liegenmen all mustered?" "All, noble sir, but the Fleinings, who are not yet come in." " The lazy hounds, why tarry they?" said Raylnond. " Ill policy it is to plant such sluggish natures in our borders. They are like their own steers, fitter to tug a plough than for aught that requires mettle." " With your favour," said Dennis, " the knaves can do good service notwithstanding. That Wilkin Flanmmock of' the Green can strike like the hammers of his own fulling-mill." "He will fight, I believe, when he carnot help it," said Raymond;'" but he has no stomach for such exercise, and is as slow and as stubborn as a mule."'And therefore are his countrymen rightly matclhed against the Welch," replied Dennis M: orolt, " tlhat their solid and unyielding temper may be a fit foil to the fiery and headlong dispositions of our dangerous neighboutrs, lust as restless waves are best opposed by steadfast rocks. — Hark, sir I hear Wilkin Flammock's step ascending THE BETROTHED 35 the turret-stair, as deliberately as ever iaonk mounted to Ilmat ills. Step l))- step thle heavy sountl approachled, until the formn of tile Iuge and substantial Flezinigl at lengtll issued( fr'om the turret-door to tile!platform wilere they were co(lversi'll. Wil.kin Flaiitnockl was cased in lbriiglit'urariollr, of unusual weighot and11 tllicikness, and cleaned witli exceeding care, \vlicli nlarked tile neatness of Iiis nation; bhut, contrary to tile custom of thle Nornlans, entirely plain, an(l voi(l of carving, gilding, or any sort of o)rilarnent. Tlhe basenet, or steel-cap, had no visor. and left exposed a broad countenance, with heavy and unp)liable features, wllich announced the character of his temnper and untlerstanding. He carried in his hand a heavy mace. "So, Sir Fleming," said the Castellane, " you are in no tlurry, rnethinks, to repair to the rendezvoLus." " So please you," answered the Fleming, " we were compelled to tarry, that we mighllt load our wains xirth our bales of cloth and othel property.": Fla! vains?-how many wains have you brought witll you?" Six, noble sir," replied Wilkin. " And how many men?" demanded Raymond Berenter. "Twelve, valiant sir," answered Flamrnmock. "Only two hmeni to each baggae-xwain? I wonder you would tlhus enculmber yourself," said Berenger.'" Under yourl falvour, sir', once Imore," rel)lied Wi;kin, " it is only tile valute wvhich I and my cotnradtes set ulpon our goods, tllat iiclines us to defendl thlem vith our bodies; and, hlId wve beel obliged to leave oiur clotlh to tlle plundering clutchles of y onder vagabonids, I siloltld hnave seen small policy in stol)ping lere to give theln tle opportunity of a(tding rmurder to robblery. Gloucester should llave been my filrst halting-place." Thle Normnan kniglit g azed on tlie Flemnish artisan, for Stch was Wil1kimi Flamnml ock, with s(lchl a nmlixture o(f st1rLprise ami:d contempt, as excluded indignation. " I have ~36 TALES OF THE CRUSADEIS. h3ard rnuch," lihe said, "' but this is the first tinme tllhat I have hleard one with a beard on hlis li) avouch himsell tla cowarl'd." Nor do you heal it now," answered Flaemmock, with the utmlost coml)osure —' I am always ready to figlht for lite and property; and my coming to tllis country, where they are both in constant danger, shows that 1 care not much h,1ow often I do so. But a sound skin is better than a slashed one, for all that." " Well," said Raymond Berenger, " fight after thline own fashion, so thou wilt but figlit stoutly with that long body of thine. We are like to have need for all that we can do.-Saxw you aught of these rascaille Welch?have they Gwenwyn's banner amlongrst tllem? " i saw it with the white dragon displayed," replied VVilkin; " I could not but know it, since it was broidered in mny own loom." Rtaymond looked so grave upon this intelligence, thal Dennis Mlorolt, unwillincg the Fleming should mark it, thou-ght it necessary to withdraw his attention. " 1 can tell thee," lie said to Fiammock, " that when the Constable of Chester joins us with his lances, you shall see your handy-work, tile dragon, fly faster homeward thanl ever flew the shuttle whlich wove it." " It must fly before the Constable comes up, Dennis Morolt," said Berenger, " else it will fly triumphant over all our bodies." "In the name of God and the Holy Virgin!" said Dennis, " what may you mean, Sir Knight?-not that we slhould fight with the Welch before the Constable joins us?" —1e paused, and then, wvell understanding the firm, yet melancholy glance, with which his master answered the question, lie lproceeded, with yet more vel hement earnestness —" You cannot mean it-you cannot intend thlat we shall quit this castle, which we have so often made good against them, and contend in the field witlh twc hllndred men against thousands?-Think better of' it, my beloved master, and let not the rashness of your old age THIE BsETrIOTnHED. 37 blemish that character for wisdom and warlike skill, which yOu(r lrilner lifeb llas SO ilobly wvol'." 1 ain not anrlly witht you iior blaining my purpose. Dennis," allswered thle Normann, " for I know you do it in love to ien and nline. But, Dennis Alorolt, tiis thing mlust be-we lLmust fight the Welchnman within these three hours, or tlhe name of Raymnond Berenger must be blotted from tlhe genealogy of his house." " And so we will-we will figlt theem, my noble master," said tile esquire; " fear not cold counsel fiom Dennis Morollt, where battle is the theme. But we will fight the.m under tile walls of the castle, with honest Wilkin Flaremock and llis cross-bows on the wall to protect our flanks, and afford us some balance against the numelrous odds." " Not so, Dennis," answered his master-"- in the open field we must fight them, or thy master must rank but as a man-sworn knight. Know, that when 1 feasted yonder wily savage in my halls at Christmas, and when the wine was fo;-ving fastest around, Gweniwyn threw out some praises of the fastness and strength of my castle, in a Inaniner llhich intimated it was these advantages alone that had secured me in former wars from defeat and captivity. I spoke in answer, when I had far better been silent; for what availed mIly idle boast, bhut as a fetter to bind me to a deed next to madness? If; I said, a prince of the Cyrnry shall again come in hostile fashion before the Garde Dolollreuse, let hiln pitch his standard dowsn in yonder plain by the bridge, and, by the word of a goodl knigllt, and the faith of a Christian man, Raymond Berenger will meet him as willingly be lie many or be lie few, as ever Welceman was met withal." Dennis was struck speechless when lie heard of a pi)olise so rash, so fatal; but his was not the casuist y whicll could release his master friom the fetters with wvlichl his unwary confidence had bound ]lim. It was otherwise with WXVilkin Flaemmnock. He stared —h(i almost ]atughed, notwithstanding the reverence due to the 3 VOl,. i. 38 TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. Castellane, and his own insensibility to risible emotio is " And is this all?" he said. "If your honour had pledg ed yourself to pay one hundred florins to a Jew or to a Lombard, 1no doubt you must have kept the day, or forfeited your pledge; but surely one day is as good as another to keep a promise for fighting, and that day is best in which the promiser is strongest. But indeed, after all, what signifies any promise over a wvine-flagon?" "It signifies as much as a promise can do that is given elsewhere. The promiser," said Berenger, " escapes not the sin of a word-breaker, because he hath been a drunken braggart." " For the sin," said Dennis, " sure I am, that rather than you should do such deed of dole, the Abbot ol Glastonbury would absolve you for a florin." " But what sharll wipe out the shame!" demanded Berenger —" how shall I dare to show myself again among press of knights, who have broken my word of battle pledged, for fear of a Welchman and his naked savages? No! Dennis Morolt, speak of it no more. Be it for weal or woe, we fight them to-day, and upon yonder fair field." " It may be," said Flammock, " that Gwenwyn may have forgotten the promise, and so fail to appear to claim it in the appointed space; for, as we heard, your wines of France flooded his Welch brains deeply." " He again alluded to it"on the morning after it was made,'? said the Castellane —" trust me, he will not fobr get what will give him such a chance of removing me room his path forever." As he spoke, they observed that large clouds of dust, which had been seen at different points of the landscape, were drawing down towards the opposite side of the river, over which an ancient bridge extended itself to the appointed place of combat. They were at no loss to conjecture the cause. It was evident that Gwenwyn, recalling the parties who had been engaged in partial devastation, was bending with his whole forces towards the bridge and the plain beyond it. THE BETROTHED. 39 " Let us rush down and secure the pass,". said Dennis AMorolt; " we may debate with them with -ome equality by the advantage of defending the bridge. Your word bound you to the plain as to a field of battle, but it did noi oblige you to forego such advantages as the passage of the bridge would afford. Our men, our horses are ready-let our bowmen secure the banks, and my life on the issue." "When I promised to meet him in yonder field, I meant," replied Raymofid Berenger, " to give the Welchman the full advantage of equality of ground. 1 so meant it-he so understood it; and what avails keeping my word in the letter, if I break it in the sense? We move not till the last WVelchlman has crossed the bridge; and then " " And then," said Dennis, "we move to our death? -May God forgive our sins! Biut. " But what?" said Berenger; " something sticks in thy mind that should have vent." "' My young lady, your daughter the Lady Eveline-" " I have told her what is to be. She shall remain in the castle, where I will leave a few chosen veterans, with you, Dennis, to command them. In twenty-four hours the siege will be relieved, and we have defended it longer with a slighter garrison. Then to her aunt, the.LAbbess of the Benedictine sisters-thou, Dennis, will see her placed there in honour and safety, and my sister will care for her future provision as her wisdom shall determine." " Ileave you at this pinch!" said Dennis Morolt, bursting into tears-" Ishut myself up within walls, when my master rides to his last of battles!-I become esquire to a lady, even though it be to the Lady Eveline.,when he lies dead under his shield! —Raymond Berenger, is it for this that I have buckled thy armour so often?" The tears gushed from the old warrior's eyes as fast t. frion those of a girl who weeps for her lover; and Raymond, taking him kindly by the hand, said, in a soothling tone, "' Dn not think. m3y good old servant tnGt 40 TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. that, were honour to be won, I would drive thee fronm niy Eide. But this is a wild and an inconsiderate deedtt, tto which my fate or my foliy has bound me. I die to save nmy name fiom dishonour; but, alas! I must leave on mrt memory the charge of imprudence." "Let me share your imprudence, my dearest mas-,r," said Dennis Morolt, earnestly;-" the poor esquire has no business to be thought wiser than his master. In many a battle my valour derived some little fame fiom partaking in the deeds which won your renown -deny ne not the right to share in that blame which your temerity may incur; let them not say, that so rash was his action, even his old esquire was not permitted to partake in it! I am part of yourself-it is murder to every man whom you take with you, if you leave me behind." "Dennis," said Berenger, " you make me feel yet more bitterly the folly I have yielded to. I would grant you the boon you ask, sad as it is-But my daughter-" "Sir Knight," said the Flemning, who had listened to this dialogue with somewhat less than his usuaIl apathy, " it is not my purpose this day to leave this castle; now, if you could trust my troth to do what a plain man may for the protection of my Lady Eveline " " How, sirrah!" said Raymond; " you do not propose to leave the castle? Who gives you right to propose or dispose in the case, until my pleasure is known?" "' I shall be sorry to have words with you, Sir Castellane," said the imperturbable Fleming;-" but I hold here, in this townshli), certain mlills, tenements, clothyards, and so forth, for which I amr. to pay man-service in defendling this Castle of thle Gardle Doloureuse, and in this I am ready. But if you call pn me to march from hence, leaving the same castle dtfenceless, and to ftfer up my life in a battle which youl acknowledge to be desperate, I must needs say my tenure binds me not to obey thee." " Base mechanic!" saidl Morolt, laying his liand on his dagger, and menacing the Fleming. TIHE BETROTIIED. 41 But Raymond Berenger interfered with.oice and hand — " Harim him not, Morolt, and blame Iiim 3not. He lath a sense of duty, though not after our manner; and ble and his knaves will figlht best behind stone walls. They are taught also, these Flemings, by the practice of their oTn1 country, the attack and defence of walled cities and fortresses, and are especially skilful in working of mangonels and military engines. There are several of his countrymen in the castle, besides his own followvers. These I propose to leave behind; and I think they wvill obey him mlore readily than any but mysell — how think'st thou? Thou would'st not, I know, from a miscoinstrued point of lionour, or a blind love to me, leave this important place, and the safety of Eveline, in doubtful hands?" " Wilkin Flamnmock is but a. Flemish clown, noble sir," answered-Dennis, as much overjoyed as if he had obtained some important advantage; " but I must needs say lhe is as stout and true as any wvhom you might trust; and, besides, his own shrewdness will teach him there is more to be gained by clefending sucli a castle as thiis, than by yielding it to strangers, who may not be likely to keep tile terms of surrender, however fairly they may offer them." " It is fixed then," said Raymond Berenger. 1" Then, Dennis, thou shalt go withi me, and lie sllall remain behlind.-Wilkin Flamin-mock," lie said, addressing the Fleming solemnly, " I speak not to thee the languange of chivalry. of' which tlhou knowest notlhing; but, as tlhou art an honest man, and a true Clhristian, I conjure thee to stalnd to tile defence of thlis castle. Let no promise of thle enemy draw thee to any base composition —ne tlIleat to any surrender. Relief ~zmust speedily arrive; if you fulfi. your trust to me and to iny datughter, Huge (le Lacy wvill reward you richly-if you fail, lie will punish you severely."'. Sir Knight," said Flammock, " I am pleased you have put your trust so far in a plain handicraftsmal, VOLC I 42 TALES OF THE CRUSADERS. For the Welch, I am conie from a land for whicl w! were compelled —yearly compelled-to struggle with the sea; and tlhe)y who can deal with thle waves in a tempest, need not fear an undisciplined people in their fury. Your daughter shall be as dear to me as mine own; and in that faith you may prick forth-if,.ndeed, you will not still, like a wiser man, shut gate, down port. cullis, up draw-bridge, and let your archers and my cross-bows mana the wall, and tell the knaves you are not the fool tlhat they take you for." " Good fellow, that must not be," said the Knight. " hear my daughter's voice," he added hastily; " I would not again meet her, again to part firom her; To Heaven's keeping I commit thee, honest Fleming-Follow me, Dennis Morolt." The old castellane descended the stair of the southern tower hastily, just as his daughter Eveline ascended that of the eastern turret, to throw herself at his feet once iore. She was followed by the Father Aldrovand, clhaplain of her father; by an old and almost invalided hIuntsman, whose more active services in the field and the chase had been for some time chiefly limited to thle superilltendence of the Knighlt's kennels, and the charge especially of his more favourite hounds; and by Rose Flamrnock, the daullter of Wilkin, a blue-eyed Flemish maiden, round, plumlp, and sly as a partridge, whio had been for some time permittedi to keepl company witll the hligl-'born Norman dlamnisel, in a doubtfiul station, betwixt that of an humble friend and superior domestic. Eveline rushed upon the battlements, her hair dishevelled, and her eyes drowned in tears, and, eagerly denanded of the Fleming where lher father was? Flaininock made a clumsy reverence, and attempted some answer; but his voice seemed to fail hlim. He turned his back upon Eveline without ceremony, and totally disregarding tle anxious inquiries of tile huntsman an i the chaplain, lhe said lhastily to his daughter, in THE BETROTHED. 43 his own la.lguage, " Mad work! maIl work! look to the poor maiden, 1ocschen —Der alter Hlerrl st ve ruckt."~ Without further speech he descended tile stairs, and never paused till he reached the buttery. Here he called like a lion for tile controller of these regions, by the various names of Kammerer, Keller-master, ancd so lorth, to wllich tile old Reinold, an ancient Noriian esquiire, allswered not, until the Netherlander folrtnltely recollected his Anglo-Normlan title oft' butler. Tlhis, his regular namlle of office, was the key to the buttery hattcih, and tile old nan instantly appeared, witll his grey cassock, and higll rolled hose, a ponlderous bunch of keys susl)enled by a silver chain to his broad leathern girtdle, whlich, in consideration of the ernergen cy of the time, lie lhad thought it right to balance on the left side with a lhuge falchlioh, which seemed much too weighty for his old armn to wield. Wllhat is your will," lie said, " MasteliFlalnlock? orlwhat are your commands, since it is my lord's pleasure that they shall be laws to me for a tile?"'; Only a cup of wine, good M eistei Keller-master — butler, I mean." "I am glad you remember the name of mine office," said Reinold, wvith sonme of thle p)etty resentmlent o a spoiled domestic, whio tlinks tliat a stranger has been irregularly)L put in command over lim. "A flagon of llhenislh, if yon love me," answered the Flemill, b0 lr )y hleart is low anllld lI)(O w'itlin l IC, and I must nee(ts dr'ink of tile best." " And drink ou sllhall," said Reinoldl, " if dr ink,'ill give yoti tile courage w-lichl p)erhlia)s yoln mla;' wanllt."lie descended to the secret crypts, of wllichl }he was the gulardian, and retlrned witll a silver flagon, whlichl nlliglll contain about a quIllart.-'" tere is suchl wlie," said lIcinold, " as tl:)lou hast sldo tasted,"':ndl was about to potir it out into a cuI). "Nay, the flagon- -tlie flagon, friend tRe:inold; I love a deep and soletnnmdraugllt when tlle busitless is weiglt}y," * The old lord is frantic. 44 TALES OF TIIE CRUSADERS. said Wilkin. He seized on the flagon acc3aroingly, antd drinking a prel)aratory moutlhfiul, paused as if to estilnate the strenttli and flavour of thle gellerous liquor. Appareltly lie vwas pleased witll botll, for lie!nodded in ap-. probation to the bultler; and, raising the flagon to his mouth once more, lie slovly and gradually broutglht thle bottom of the vessel parailel wvith the roof of the apartmenlt, withlout suffering one drop of' the contents to escape him. "Tlhat hath savrour, Herr Keller-master," said lie, while lie was recovering his breath by intervals, after so long a suspense of respiration; " but, may heaven forgivre you for thinking it tile best 1 hlave ever tasted You little know the cellars of Ghent and of Ypres." " And I care not for thenl," said Reinold;' those of gentle Norman blood, hold tile rvines of Gascony and Fr-ance, generous, liglit, and cordial, worth all the acid potations of the Rhlllne and tile Neckar." " All is matter of taste," saidl thle Fleming; "but hark ve Is there muchl of thlis wvine in thle cellar?" M" _~lethotight,. lut now it pleased not your dainty palate?" said Reinold. " Nay, nay, my fiiend," said Wilkin, " I said it had savour-I may ihave drunk better-but this is righlt good, wvlhere better may not be had.-Again, how muchl of it hlast thoul?" " Thle whole butt, man," answered the butler; " I have broachled a firesh piece for yotl." "Good," replied Flainmock; " get thle quart-pot of Christian measure; ]leave the cask up into this satne buttery, and let each soldier of this castle be served with such a cup as I have here swallowed. I feel it hath dlone me much goodl —my heart was sinking when 1 saw tlle black smoke arising firom r: ne own fillling-mills yonder. Let each man, I say, i-Nve a full quart-pot —-men defelld not castles on tlhinl liqulors." I Inust do as you will, good XWilkin Flamloc