The G.A. Henty

by G. A. Henty

  “How long will it be, I wonder,” Dame Margaret said, as they rode through the gates, “before we shall pass through here again?”

  “Not very long I hope, my lady,” Guy said; “but be sure that if at any time you wish to leave we shall be able to procure disguises for you all, and to make our way out without difficulty.”

  “Nay, Guy, you forget that it is only so long as we are here that Villeroy is safe from attack. Whatever happens, nothing, save the news that an English army has landed at Calais, and is about to invade France, would leave me free to attempt an escape. If not released before that, I must then, at all hazards, try to escape, for Sir Eustace, knowing that I am here, would be placed in a sore strait indeed; both by his own inclinations and as a vassal of England, for he would want to join the English as soon as they advanced, and yet would be hindered by the knowledge that I was a hostage here. It would be for me to relieve him of that fear; and the same feeling that induced me to come hither would then take me back to Villeroy.”

  “Then, madam, I fear that our stay here will be a long one, for Henry has never pushed on the war with France vigorously, and though plenty of cause has been given by the capture of his castles in Guienne, he has never drawn sword either to regain them or to avenge the insults put upon the English flag.”

  “King Henry is old, Guy; and they say that his son is as full of spirit and as fiery as his father is peaceful and indisposed for war. When the king dies, my lord thinks that it will be but a short time before the English banner will be unfurled in France; and this is one of the reasons why he consented to my becoming an hostage, thinking that no long time is likely to elapse before he will have English backing, and will be able to disregard the threats of France.”

  “How narrow and sombre are these streets!” Guy said, after a pause, “one seems to draw one’s very breath with difficulty.”

  “They are well-nigh as narrow in London,” his mistress replied; “but they are gay enough below. See how crowded they are, and how brilliant are some of the costumes!”

  “Some of them indeed, madam, but more are poor and miserable; and as to the faces, they are so scowling and sombre, truly were we not on horseback I should keep my hand tight upon my pouch, though in truth there is nothing in it worth stealing.”

  “Ay, ay, Master Guy,” Long Tom broke in, “methinks that there are a good many heads among these scowling knaves that I would gladly have a chance of cracking had I my quarter-staff in my hand and half a dozen stout fellows here with me. See how insolently they stare!”

  “Hush, Tom!” Dame Margaret said, turning round, “if you talk of cracking skulls I shall regret that I brought you with me.”

  “I am not thinking of doing it, my lady,” the archer said apologetically. “I did but say that I should like to do it, and between liking and doing there is often a long distance.”

  “Sometimes, Tom, but one often leads to the other. You must remember that above all things it behoves us to act prudently here, and to avoid drawing the attention of our foes. We English are not loved in Paris, and the less you open your mouth here the better; for when Burgundians and Armagnacs are ready to cut each other’s throats over a name, fellow-countrymen though they be, neither would feel any compunction about killing an Englishman.”

  After riding for half an hour they entered the court-yard of a large building, where men-at-arms and varlets wearing the cognizance of Burgundy were moving about, a group of nobles were standing on the steps, while some grooms were walking their horses round the court-yard. The herald made his way to the door, and here all alighted.

  “Whom have we here, I wonder?” one of the young nobles said to another as they came up. “A royal herald and his pursuivants; a young dame and a very fair one; her daughter, I suppose, also fair; the lady’s esquire; and a small boy.”

  “Hostages, I should say,” the other replied, “for the good conduct of the lady’s lord, whoever he may be. I know her not, and think that she cannot have been at court for the last ten years, for I could hardly have forgotten her face.”

  Dame Margaret took the hands of her two children and followed the herald up the steps. She had made a motion of her head to Guy to attend her, and he accordingly followed behind.

  “A haughty lady as well as a fair one,” the young knight laughed. “She did not so much as glance at us, but held her head as high as if she were going in to rate Burgundy himself. I think that she must be English by her looks, though what an English woman can be doing here in Paris is beyond my understanding, unless it be that she is the wife of a knight of Guienne; in that case she would more likely be with Orleans than here.”

  “Yes, but you see the herald has brought her. It may be her lord’s castle has been captured, and she has come under the safe-conduct of a herald to lay a complaint; but I think with you that she is English. The girl was fair too, though not so fair as her mother, and that curly-headed young esquire is of English stock too.”

  “He is a stout-looking fellow, De Maupas, and will make a powerful man; he looks as if he could strike a shrewd blow even now. Let us question their knaves, one of whom, by the way, is a veritable giant in point of height.”

  He beckoned to the four men, and Robert Picard came forward.

  “Who is your lady, young man?”

  “Dame Margaret de Villeroy, may it please you, sir. She is the wife of Sir Eustace de Villeroy.”

  “Then we were right, De Maupas, for De Villeroy is, I know, a vassal of England for his wife’s estates, and his people have always counted themselves English, because for over a hundred years their castle stood inside the English line.”

  “He is a stout knight. We heard a month ago how bravely he held his castle against Sir Clugnet de Brabant with 8000 Orleanists, and beat him off with a loss of five knights and 400 men. Sir Clugnet himself was sorely wounded. We all ought to feel mightily obliged to him for the check, which sent them back post-haste out of Artois, where they had already done damage enough, and might have done more had they not been so roughly handled. I wonder what the lady is here for?”

  “It may be that he would have fought the Burgundians as stoutly as he fought the Armagnacs,” the other said, “and that the duke does not care about having so strong a castle held by so stout a knight within a few miles of the English line.”

  The other shrugged his shoulders. “The English are sleeping dogs,” he said; “there is no Edward and no Black Prince to lead them now.”

  “No, but you must remember that sleeping dogs wake up sometimes, and even try to bite when they do so; moreover we know of old that these particular dogs can bite hard.”

  “The sooner they wake up the better, I say, De Maupas. We have a long grudge to wipe off against them, and our men are not likely to repeat the mistakes that cost us so dearly before. Besides, the English have had no real fighting for years, and it seems to me that they have altogether given up any hope of extending their possessions in France.”

  “One can never tell, De Revelle. For my part I own that I care not that they should again spread their banner on this side of the sea. There can be no doubt that they are stout fighting-men, and seeing how France is divided they might do sore damage did they throw their weight into one side of the scale.”

  “Methinks that there is no fear of that. The dukes both know well enough that their own followers would not fight side by side with the English; and though they might propose an alliance with the Islanders, it would only be for the purpose of bringing the war to a close by uniting both parties against our old enemy.”

  In the meantime Dame Margaret had followed her conductor to the great chamber, where John of Burgundy held audience in almost royal state. Several nobles were gathered round him, but at the entrance of the herald these fell back, leaving him standing by himself. An eminently politic man, the duke saw at once by the upright figure and the fearless air with which Dame Margaret entered the hall, that this was a case where courtesy and deference were far more likely to
bring about the desired end of winning her husband over to his interests, than any menaces or rough speaking; he therefore advanced two or three steps to meet her.

  “My lord duke,” the herald said, “this lady, Dame Margaret of Villeroy, has journeyed hither with me in accordance with the wish expressed by His Majesty the king.”

  “As the king’s representative in Paris, lady,” the duke said to Margaret, “I thank you for your promptness in thus conceding to his wish.”

  “His Majesty’s wish was naturally a command to me, Sir Duke,” Margaret said with quiet dignity. “We, my husband and I, understood that some enemy had been influencing His Majesty’s mind against my lord, and in order to assure him of my lord’s loyalty as a faithful vassal for the land he holds, I have willingly journeyed here with my children, although in much grief for the loss of my eldest son, who died in the attack lately made upon our castle by a large body of men, of whom we knew naught, save that they did not come in the name of our lord the king.”

  “I have heard of the attack, lady, and of the gallant and successful defence made by Sir Eustace, and the king was greatly pleased to hear of the heavy check thus inflicted upon the men who had raised the banner of revolt, and were harassing His Majesty’s faithful subjects.”

  “That being so, my lord duke,” Margaret said, “’tis strange, after my lord had shown how ready and well prepared he was to protect his castle against ill-doers, that he should have been asked to admit a garrison of strangers to aid him to hold it. Sir Eustace has no desire to meddle with the troubles of the times; he holds his castle as a fief directly from the crown, as his ancestors have held it for two hundred years; he wishes only to dwell in peace and in loyal service to the king.”

  “Such we have always understood, madam, and gladly would the king have seen Sir Eustace himself at his court. The king will, I trust, shortly be recovered from his malady; until he is so I have—for I was made acquainted with your coming by messenger sent forward by Monjoie—arranged for you to be lodged in all honour at the house of Master Leroux, one of the most worshipful of the citizens of Paris, and provost of the guild of silversmiths. My chamberlain will at once conduct you thither.”

  “I thank you, my lord duke,” Margaret said with a stately reverence, “and trust that when I am received by my lord the king I shall be able to prove to him that Sir Eustace is his faithful vassal, and can be trusted to hold his castle for him against all comers.”

  “I doubt it not, lady,” the duke said courteously. “Sir Victor Pierrepoint, I pray you to see this lady to the entrance. Sir Hugo will already be waiting her there.”

  CHAPTER VI

  IN PARIS

  “A bold dame and a fair one,” John of Burgundy said to the gentlemen round him when Margaret left the chamber. “Methinks that she would be able to hold Villeroy even should Sir Eustace be away.”

  “That would she,” one of the knights said with a laugh. “I doubt not that she would buckle on armour if need were. But we must make some allowance for her heat; it is no pleasant thing to be taken away from her castle and brought hither as a hostage, to be held for how long a time she knows not.”

  “It was the safest way of securing the castle,” the duke said. “Can one doubt that, with her by his side, her husband would open his gates to the English, should they appear before it? He himself is a vassal both of England and France, and should the balance be placed before him, there can be little doubt that her weight would incline him to England. How well these English women keep their youth! One might believe her to be but a few years past twenty, and yet she is the mother of that girl, who is well-nigh as tall as herself.”

  “And who bids to be as fair, my lord duke.”

  “And as English, De Porcelet. She would be a difficult eaglet to tame, if I mistake not; and had she been the spokeswoman, methinks she would have answered as haughtily as did her mother. But it might be no bad plan to mate her to a Frenchman. It is true that there is the boy, but the fief might well be bestowed upon her if so mated, on the ground that the boy would likely take after his father and mother and hold Villeroy for England rather than for France. However, she is young yet; in a couple of years, De Porcelet, it will be time for you to urge your suit, if so inclined.”

  There was a general smile from the circle standing round, but the young knight said gravely, “When the time comes, my lord duke, I may remind you of what you have said. ’Tis a fair young face, honest and good, though at present she must naturally feel with her mother at being thus haled away from her home.”

  Sir Victor escorted Margaret to the court-yard. As they appeared at the entrance a knight came up and saluted her.

  “I am intrusted by the duke with the honour of escorting you to your lodgings,” he said; “I am Hugo de Chamfort, the duke’s chamberlain.”

  After assisting her into the saddle he mounted a horse which an attendant brought up and placed himself by her side. Two men-at-arms with their surtouts embroidered with the cognizance of Burgundy led the way, and the rest of the party followed in the same order in which they had come. The distance was short, and beyond a few questions by the knight as to the journey and how she had been cared for on the way, and Margaret’s replies, little was said until they reached the house of the provost of the silversmiths. As they rode up to the door Maître Leroux himself came out from the house.

  “Welcome, lady,” he said, “to my abode. My wife will do all that she can to make you comfortable.”

  “I am sorry indeed, good sir,” Margaret said, “to be thus forced upon your hospitality, and regret the trouble that my stay will impose upon you.”

  “Say not so, lady,” he said, “we deem it an honour that his grace the Duke of Burgundy should have selected us for the honour of entertaining you. The house is large, and we have no family. Chambers are already prepared for yourself, your daughter, and son, while there are others at your disposal for your following.”

  “I would not trespass too much upon you,” she said. “My daughter can sleep with me, and I am sure that my esquire here, Master Guy Aylmer, will gladly share a room with my boy. I can obtain lodgings for my four followers without.”

  “You will grieve me much if you propose it, lady. There is a large room upstairs unoccupied, and I will place pallets for them there; and as for their meals they can have them apart.”

  By this time they had mounted a fine flight of stairs, at the top of which Dame Leroux was standing to receive her guests. She was a kindly-looking woman between thirty and forty years of age.

  “Welcome, Lady Margaret,” she said with a cordiality that made Margaret feel at once that her visit was not regarded as an infliction. “We are quiet people, but will do our best to render your stay here a pleasant one.”

  “Thanks indeed, mistress!” Margaret replied. “I feared much that my presence would be felt as a burden, and had hardly hoped for so kind a welcome. This is my daughter Agnes, and my son Charles.” Then she turned to Sir Hugo: “I pray you to give my thanks to his grace the Duke of Burgundy, and to thank him for having so well bestowed me. I thank you also for your courtesy for having conducted me here.”

  “I will convey your message to the duke,” he said, “who will, I am sure, be pleased to hear of your contentment.”

  Maître Leroux accompanied the knight downstairs again, and when he had mounted and ridden off he called two servitors, and bade one carry the luggage upstairs, and the other conduct the men to the stables he had taken for the horses.

  “After you have seen to their comfort,” he said to Robert Picard, “you will return hither; you will find a meal prepared for you, and will be bestowed together in a chamber upstairs.”

  In the meantime his wife had ushered Dame Margaret into a very handsomely furnished apartment. “This is at your entire service, Lady Margaret,” she said. “The bedroom behind it is for yourself, the one next to it for your daughter, unless you would prefer that she should sleep with you.”

  “I thank you.
I was telling your husband that I should prefer that; and my son and esquire can therefore occupy the second room. But I fear greatly that I am disturbing yourself and your husband.”

  “No, indeed; our sitting-room and bedroom are on the other side of the landing. These are our regular guest-chambers, and your being here will make no change whatever in our arrangements. I only regret that the apartments are not larger.”

  “Do not apologize, I beg of you, madam. I can assure you that the room is far handsomer than that to which I have been accustomed. You citizens of Paris are far in advance of us in your ideas of comfort and luxury, and the apartments both at Villeroy and in my English home cannot compare with these, except in point of size. I never dreamt that my prison would be so comfortable.”

  “Say not prison, I pray you, lady. I heard, indeed, that your visit to the court was not altogether one of your own choice; but, believe me, here at least you will be but a guest, and an honoured and welcome one. I will leave you now. If there is aught that you desire, I pray you to ring that bell on the table; refreshments will be quickly served. Had I known the precise hour at which you would come we should have been in readiness for you, but I thought not that you would arrive till evening.”

  “I hope that you will give me much of your company, mistress,” Margaret said warmly. “We know no one in this great city, and shall be glad indeed if, when you can spare time, you will sit with us.”

  “Well, children, what do you think of this?” she asked when their hostess had left the room.

  “It is lovely, mother,” Agnes said. “Look at the inlaid cabinets, and the couches and tables, and this great warm rug that covers all the floor, how snug and comfortable it all is. Why, mother, I never saw anything like this.”

  “You might have seen something like it had you ever been in the house of one of our rich London traders, Agnes; at least so I have heard, though in truth I have never myself been in so luxuriously furnished a room. I only hope that we may stay here for some time. The best of it is that these good people evidently do not regard us as a burden. No doubt they are pleased to oblige the Duke of Burgundy, but, beyond that, their welcome seemed really sincere. Now let us see our bedroom. I suppose that is yours, Charlie, through the door in the corner.”