Amelot and me.-Come, Sir Page, assume the command, since so it must be; though, by my faith, it is pity to take the head-piece from that pretty head, and the sword from that pretty hand-By Saint George! to see them there is a credit to the soldier's profession." The lady accordingly surrendered the weapons to Amelot, exhorting him in few words to forget the offence he had received, and do his devoir manfully. Mean while Genvil slowly unrolled the pennon-then shook it abroad, and without putting his foot in the stirrup, aided himself a little with resting on the spear, and threw himself into the saddle, heavily armed as he was. "We are ready now, an it like your juvenility," said he to Amelot; and then while the page was putting the band into order, he whispered to his nearest comrade, "Methinks, instead of this old swallows's tail, we should muster rarely under a broidered petticoat-a furbelowed petticoat has no fellow in my mind.-Look you, Stephen Pontoys-I can forgive Damian now for forgetting his uncle and his own credit, about this wench; for, by my faith, she is one I could have doated to death upon par amours. Ah! evil luck be the women's portion!they govern us at every turn, Stephen, and at every age. When they are young, they bribe us with fair looks and sugared words, sweet kisses and love tokens; and when they are of middle age, they work us to their will by presents and courtesies, red wine and red gold; and when they are old, we are fain to run their errands to get out of sight of their old leathern visages. Well, old De Lacy should have staid at home and watched his falcon. But it is all one to us, Stephen, and we may make some vantage to-day, for these boors have plundered more than one castle." 'Ay, ay," answered Pontoys, "the boor to the booty, and the banner-man to the boor, a right pithy proverb. But, prithee, canst thou say why his pageship leads us not forward yet?" "Pshaw!" answered Genvil, "the shake I gave him has addled his brains-or perchance he has not swallowed all his tears yet; sloth it is not, for 'tis a forward cockeril for his years, wherever honour is to be won.-See, they now begin to move.-Well, it is a singular thing this gentle blood, Stephen; for here is a child whom I but now baffled like a schoolboy, must lead us gray-beards where we may get our heads broken, and that at the command of a light lady." "I warrant Sir Damian is secretary to my pretty lady," answered Stephen Pontoys, "as this springald Amelot is to Sir Damian; and so we poor men must obey and keep our mouths shut." "But our eyes open, Stephen Pontoys-forget not that." They were by this time out of the gates of the castle, and upon the road leading to the village, in which, as they understood by the intelligence of the morning, Wenlock was besieged or blockaded by a greatly superior number of the insurgent commons. Amelot rode at the head of the troop, still embarrassed by the affront which he had received in presence of the soldiers, and lost in meditating how he was to eke out that deficiency of experience, which on former occasions had been supplied by the counsels of the banner-man, with whom he was ashamed to seek a reconciliation. But Genvil was not of a nature absolutely sullen, though a habitual grumbler. He rode up to the page, and having made his obeisance, respectfully asked him whether it were not well that some one or two of their number pricked forward upon good horses to learn how it stood with Wenlock, and whether they should be able to come up in time to his assistance. Methinks, banner-man," answered Amelot, "you should take the ruling of the troop, since you know so fittingly what should be done. You may be the fitter to command, because-But I will not upbraid you.' The pennon of a knight was, in shape, a long streamer, and forked like a swallow's tail; the banner of a Banueret was square, and was formed into the other by cutting the ends from the pennon. It was thus the ceremony was performed on the pennon of John Chandos, by the Black Prince, before the battle of Nejara. "Because I know so ill how to obey," replied Genvil; "that is what you would say; and, by my faith, I cannot deny but there may be some truth in it. But is it not peevish in thee to let a fair expedition be unwisely conducted, because of a foolish word or a sudden action?-Come, let it be peace with us. "With all my heart," answered Amelot; "and I will send out an advanced party upon the adventure, as thou hast advised me.' "Let it be old Stephen Pontoys and two of the Chester spears-he is as wily as an old fox, and neither hope nor fear will draw him a hairbreadth farther than judgment warrants." Amelot eagerly embraced the hint, and, at his command, Pontoys and two lances darted forward to reconnoitre the road before them, and inquire into the condition of those whom they were advancing to succour. And now that we are on the old terms, Sir Page," said the banner-man, 'tell me, if thou canst, doth not yonder fair lady love our handsome knight par amours ?" It is a false calumny," said Amelot, indignantly; "betrothed as she is to his uncle, I am convinced she would rather die than have such a thought, and so would our master. I have noted this heretical belief in thee before now, Genvil, and I have prayed thee to check it. You know the thing cannot be, for you know they have scarce ever met." "How should I know that," said Genvil, "or thou either? Watch them ever so close-much water slides past the mill that Hob Miller never wots of. They do correspond; that, at least, thou canst not deny?" "I do deny it," said Amelot, as I deny all that can touch their honour." "Then how, in Heaven's name, comes he by such perfect knowledge of her motions, as he has displayed no longer since than the morning?" "How should I tell ?" answered the page; "there be such things, surely, as saints and good angels, and if there be one on earth deserves their protection, it is Dame Eveline Berenger." "Well said, Master Counsel-keeper," replied Genvil, laughing; "but that will hardly pass on an old trooper.-Saints and angels, quotha! most saintlike doings, I warrant you." The page was about to continue his angry vindication, when Stephen Pontoys and his followers returned upon the spur. "Wenlock holds out bravely," he exclaimed, "though he is felly girded in with these boors. The large crossbows are doing good service; and I little doubt his making his place good till we come up, if it please you to ride something sharply. They have assailed the barriers, and were close up to them even now, but were driven back with small success." The party were now put in as rapid motion as might consist with order, and soon reached the top of a small eminence, beneath which lay the village where Wenlock was making his defence. The ar rung with the cries and shouts of the insurgents, who, numerous as bees, and possessed of that dogged spirit of courage so peculiar to the English, thronged like ants to the barriers, and endeavoured to break down the palisades, or to climb over them, in despite of the showers of stones and arrows from within, by which they suffered great loss, as well as by the swords and battle-axes of the men-at-arms, whenever they came to hand-blows. We are in time, we are in time," said Amelot, dropping the reins of his bridle, and joyfully clapping his hands; 'shake thy banner abroad, Genvilgive Wenlock and his fellows a fair view of it.Comrades, halt-breathe your horses for a moment. Hark hither, Genvil-If we descend by yonder broad pathway into the meadow where the cattle are" "Bravo, my young falcon !" replied Genvil, whose love of battle, like that of the war-horse of Job, kindled at the sight of the spears, and at the sound of the trumpet; we shall have then an easy field for a charge on yonder knaves." "What a thick black cloud the villains make! said Amelot; "but we will let daylight through it with our lances-See, Genvil, the defenders hoist a signal to show they have seen us.' "A signal to us?" exclaimed Genvil. "By Heaven, it is a white flag-a signal of surrender!" "Surrender! they cannot dream of it, when we are advancing to their succour," replied Amelot; when two or three melancholy notes from the trumpets of the besieged, with a thundering and tumultuous acclamation from the besiegers, rendered the fact indisputable. Down goes Wenlock's pennon," said Genvil, "and the churls enter the barricades on all points.Here has been cowardice or treachery-What is to be done?" "Advance on them," said Amelot, "retake the place and deliver the prisoners." "Advance, indeed!" answered the banner-man"Not a horse's length by my counsel-we should have every nail in our corslets counted with arrowshot, before we got down the hill in the face of such a multitude; and the place to storm afterwards-it were mere insanity. "Yet come a little forward along with me," said the page; "perhaps we may find some path in which we could descend unperceived." Accordingly they rode forward a little way to reconnoitre the face of the hill, the page still urging the possibility of descending it unperceived amid the confusion, when Genvil answered impatiently, "Unperceived! you are already perceived-here comes a fellow, pricking towards us as fast as his beast may trot." As he spoke, the rider came up to them. He was a short, thick-set peasant, in an ordinary frieze jacket and hose, with a blue cap on his head, which he had been scarcely able to pull over a shock head of red hair, that seemed in arms to repel the covering. The man's hands were bloody, and he carried at his saddlebow a linen bag, which was also stained with blood. "Ye be of Damian de Lacy's company, be ye not?" said this rude messenger: and, when they answered in the affirmative, he proceeded with the same blunt courtesy, "Hob Miller of Twyford commends him to Damian de Lacy, and, knowing his purpose to amend disorders in the commonwealth, Hob Miller sends him toll of the grist which he hath grinded;" and with that he took from the bag a human head, and tendered it to Amelot. "It is Wenlock's head," said Genvil-"how his eyes stare!" "They will stare after no more wenches now," said the boor-"I have cured him of caterwauling." "Thou!" said Amelot, stepping back in disgust and indignation. Yes, I myself," replied the peasant; "I am Grand Justiciary of the Commons, for lack of a better." "Grand hangman, thou wouldst say," replied Genvil. "Call it what thou list," replied the peasant. "Truly, it behoves men in state to give good example. I'll bid no man do that I am not ready to do myself. It is as easy to hang a man, as to say hang him; we will have no splitting of offices in this new world, which is happily set up in old England." "Wretch!" said Amelot, "take back thy bloody token to them that sent thee! Hadst thou not come upon assurance, I had pinned thee to the earth with my lance-But, be assured, your cruelty shall be fearfully avenged.-Come, Genvil, let us to our men; there is no farther use in abiding here.". The fellow, who had expected a very different reception, stood staring after them for a few moments, then replaced his bloody trophy in the wallet, and rode back to them who sent him. "This comes of meddling with men's amourettes," said Genvil; "Sir Damian would needs brawl with Wenlock about his dealings with this miller's daughter, and you see they account him a favourer of their enterprise; it will be well if others do not take up the same opinion.-I wish we were rid of the trouble which such suspicions may bring upon us-ay, were it at the price of my best horse-I am like to lose him at any rate with the day's hard service, and I would it were the worst it is to cost us." The party returned, wearied and discomforted, to the castle of the Garde Doloureuse, and not without losing several of their number by the way, some straggling owing to the weariness of their horses, and others taking the opportunity of desertion, in order to join with the bands of insurgents and plunderers, who had now gathered together in different quarters, and were augmented by recruits from the dissolute soldiery. Amelot, on his return to the castle, found that the state of his master was still very precarious, and that the Lady Eveline, though much exhausted, had not yet retired to rest, but was awaiting his return with impatience. He was introduced to her accordingly, and, with a heavy heart, mentioned the ineffectual event of his expedition. "Now the saints have pity upon us!" said the Lady Eveline; "for it seems as if a plague or pest attached to me, and extended itself to all who interest themselves in my welfare. From the moment they do so, their very virtues become snares to them; and what would, in every other case, recommend them to honour, is turned to destruction to the friends of Eveline Berenger." 'Fear not, fair lady," said Amelot; "there are still men enough in my master's camp to put down these disturbers of the public peace. I will but abide to receive his instructions, and will hence to-morrow, and draw out a force to restore quiet in this part of the country.' "Alas! you know not yet the worst of it," replied Eveline. "Since you went hence, we have received certain notice, that when the soldiers at Sir Damian's camp heard of the accident which he this morning met with, already discontented with the inactive life which they had of late led, and dispirited by the hurts and reported death of their leader, they have altogether broken up and dispersed their forces.-Yet be of good courage, Amelot," she said; "this house is strong enough to bear out a worse tempest than any that is likely to be poured on it; and if all men desert your master in wounds and affliction, it becomes yet more the part of Eveline Berenger to shelter and protect her deliverer." CHAPTER XXVIII. Let our proud trumpet shake their castle wall, THE evil news with which the last chapter concluded were necessarily told to Damian de Lacy, as the person whom they chiefly concerned; and Lady Eveline herself undertook the task of communicating them, mingling what she said with tears, and again interrupting those tears to suggest topics of hope and comfort, which carried no consolation to her own bosom. The wounded knight continued with his face turned towards her, listening to the disastrous tidings, as one who was no otherwise affected by them, than as they regarded her who told the story. When she had done speaking, he continued as in a reverie, with his eyes so intently fixed upon her, that she rose up, with the purpose of withdrawing froin looks by which she felt herself embarrassed. He hastened to speak, that he might prevent her departure. "All that you have said, fair lady," he replied, "had been enough, if told by another, to have broken my heart; for it tells me that the power and honour of my house, so solemnly committed to my charge, have been blasted in my misfortunes. But when I look upon you, and hear your voice, I forget every thing, saving that you have been rescued, and are here in honour and safety. Let me therefore pray of your goodness that I may be removed from the castle which holds you, and sent elsewhere. I am in no shape worthy of your farther care, since I have no longer the swords of others at my disposal, and am totally unable for the present to draw my own." "And if you are generous enough to think of me in your own misfortunes, noble knight," answered Eveline, "can you suppose that I forget wherefore, and in whose rescue, these wounds were incurred? No, Damian, speak not of removal-while there is a turret of the Garde Doloureuse standing, within that turret | so. Permit me one word more. Since you are deshall you find shelter and protection. Such, I am well assured, would be the pleasure of your uncle, were he here in person." It seemed as if a sudden pang of his wound had seized upon Damian; for, repeating the words "My uncle!" he writhed himself round, and averted his face from Eveline; then again composing himself, replied, "Alas! knew my uncle how ill I have obeyed his precepts, instead of sheltering me within this house, he would command me to be flung from the battlements!" "Fear not his displeasure," said Eveline, again preparing to withdraw; "but endeavour, by the composure of your spirit, to aid the healing of your wounds; when, I doubt not, you will be able again to establish good order in the Constable's jurisdiction, long before his return." She coloured as she pronounced the last words, and hastily left the apartment. When she was in her own chamber, she dismissed her other attendants, and retained Rose. "What dost thou think of these things, my wise maiden and monitress?" said she. "I would," replied Rose, "either that this young knight had never entered this castle-or, that being here, he could presently leave it-or, that he could honourably remain here for ever.' "What dost thou mean by remaining here for ever?" said Eveline, sharply and hastily. "Let me answer that question with another-How long has the Constable of Chester been absent from England?" Three years come Saint Clement's day," said Eveline; "and what of that?" "Nay, nothing; but". But what?-I command you to speak out.' A few weeks will place your hand at your own disposal." And think you, Rose," said Eveline, rising with dignity, "that there are no bonds save those which are drawn by the scribe's pen ?-We know little of the Constable's adventures; but we know enough to show that his towering hopes have fallen, and his sword and courage proved too weak to change the fortunes of the Sultan Saladin. Suppose him returning some brief time hence, as we have seen so many crusaders regain their homes, poor and broken in health-suppose that he finds his lands laid waste, and his followers dispersed, by the consequence of their late misfortunes, how would it sound should he also find that his betrothed bride had wedded and endowed with her substance the nephew whom he most trusted!-Dost thou think such an engagement is like a Lombard's mortgage, which must be redeemed on the very day, else forfeiture is sure to be awarded?" "I cannot tell, madam," replied Rose; "but they that keep their convenant to the letter, are, in my country, held bound to no more?" "That is a Flemish fashion, Rose," said her mistress; "but the honour of a Norman is not satisfied with an observance so limited. What! wouldst thou have my honour, my affections, my duty, all that is most valuable to a woman, depend on the same progress of the kalendar which a usurer watches for the purpose of seizing on a forfeited pledge?-Am I such a mere commodity, that I must belong to one man if he claims me before Michaelmas, to another if he comes afterwards?-No, Rose; I did not thus interpret my engagement, sanctioned as it was by the special providence of Our Lady of the Garde Doloureuse." "It is a feeling worthy of you, my dearest lady," answered the attendant; "yet you are so young--so beset with perils-so much exposed to calumny-that I, at least, looking forward to the time when you may have a legal companion and protector, see it as an extrication from much doubt and danger." "Do not think of it, Rose," answered Eveline; "do not liken your mistress to those provident dames, who, while one husband yet lives, though in old age or weak health, are prudently engaged in plotting for another." "Enough, my dearest lady," said Rose;-" yet not termined not to avail yourself of your freedom, even when the fatal period of your engagement is expired, why suffer this young man to share our solitude?He is surely well enough to be removed to some other place of security. Let us resume our former sequestered mode of life, until Providence send us some better or more certain prospects." Eveline sighed-looked down-then looking upwards, once more had opened her lips to express her willingness to enforce so reasonable an arrange ment, but for Damian's recent wounds, and the distracted state of the country, when she was interrupted by the shrill sound of trumpets blown before the gate of the castle; and Raoul, with anxiety on his brow, came limping to inform his lady, that a knight, attended by a pursuivant-atarms, in the royal livery, with a strong guard, was in front of the castle, and demanded admittance in the name of the King. Eveline paused a moment ere she replied, "Not even to the King's order shall the castle of my ancestors be opened, until we are well assured of the person by whom, and the purpose for which, it is demanded. We will ourself to the gate, and learn the meaning of this summons.-My veil, Rose; and call my women.-Again that trumpet sounds! Alas! it rings like a signal to death and ruin." The prophetic apprehensions of Eveline were not false; for scarce had she reached the door of the apartment, when she was met by the page Amelot, in a state of such disordered apprehension as an eléve of chivalry was scarce on any occasion permitted to display. "Lady, noble lady," he said, hastily bending his knee to Eveline, "save my dearest master! You, and you alone, can save him at this extremity." "I" said Eveline, in astonishment-"I save him? And from what danger?-God knows how willingly " There she stopped short, as if afraid to trust herself with expressing what rose to her lips. "Guy Monthermer, lady, is at the gate, with a pursuivant and the royal banner. The hereditary enemy of the House of Lacy, thus accompanied, comes hither for no good-the extent of the evil I know not, but for evil he comes. My master siew his nephew at the field of Malpas, and therefore" He was here interrupted by another flourish of trumpets, which rung, as if in shrill impatience, through the vaults of the ancient fortress. The Lady Eveline hasted to the gate, and found that the wardens, and others who attended there, were looking on each other with doubtful and alarmed countenances, which they turned upon her at her arrival, as if to seek from their mistress the comfort and the courage which they could not communicate to each other. Without the gate mounted, and in complete armour, was an elderly and stately knight, whose raised visor and beaver depressed, showed a beard already grizzled. Beside him appeared the pursuivant on horseback, the royal arms embroidered on his heraldic dress of office, and all the importance of offended consequence on his countenance, which was shaded by his barret-cap and triple plume. They were attended by a body of about fifty soldiers, arranged under the guidon of England. When the Lady Eveline appeared at the barrier, the knight, after a slight reverence, which seemed more in formal courtesy than in kindness, demanded if he saw the daughter of Ramond Berenger. "And is it" he continued, when he had received an answer in the affirmative," before the castle of that approved and favoured servant of the House of Anjou, that King Henry's trumpets have thrice sounded, without obtaining an entrance for those who are honoured with their Sovereign's command ?" "My condition," answered Eveline, "must excuse my caution. I am a lone maiden, residing in a frontier fortress. I may admit no one without inquiring his purpose and being assured that his entrance consists with the safety of the place, and mine own honour." Since your are so punctilious, lady," replied Monthermer, "know, that in the present distracted state of the country, it is his Grace the King's pleasure to place within your walls a body of men-at-memory her boding vision or dream. "Sir Knight," answered the lady "this castle, like every other fortress in England, is the King's by law; but by law also I am the keeper and defender of it; and it is the tenure by which my ancestors held these lands. I have men enough to maintain the Garde Doloureuse in my time, as my father, and my grandfather before him, defended it in theirs. The King is gracious to send me succours, but I need not the aid of hirelings; neither do I think it safe to admit such into my castle, who may, in this lawless time, make themselves masters of it for other than its lawful mistress." "Alas!" she said, "the vengeance of the fiend is about to be accomplished. Widow'd wife and wedded maid-these epithets have long been mine. Betrothed!-wo's me! it is the key-stone of my destiny. Betrayer I am now denounced, though, thank God, I am clear from the guilt! It only follows that I should be betrayed, and the evil prophecy will be fulfilled to the very letter." CHAPTER XXIX. Out on ye, owls;-Nothing but songs of death? Richard III. MORE than three months had elapsed since the event narrated in the last chapter, and it had been the precursor of others of still greater importance, which will evolve themselves in the course of our narrative. But, as we profess to present to the reader not a precise detail of circumstances, according to their order and date, but a series of pictures, endeavouring to exhibit the most striking incidents before the eye or imagination of those whom it may concern, we therefore open a new scene, and bring other actors upon the stage. "Lady," replied the old warrior, "his grace is not ignorant of the motives which produce a contumacy like this. It is not any apprehension for the royal forces which influences you, a royal vassal, in this refractory conduct. I might proceed upon your refusal to proclaim you a traitor to the Crown, but the Along a wasted tract of country, more than twelve King remembers the services of your father. Know, miles distant from the Garde Doloureuse, in the heat then, we are not ignorant that Damian de Lacy, of a summer noon, which shed a burning lustre on accused of instigating and heading this insurrection, the silent valley and the blackened ruins of the cottaof deserting his duty in the field, and abandoning ages with which it had been once graced, two travellers noble comrade to the sword of the brutal peasants, walked slowly, whose palmer cloaks, pilgrims' staves, has found shelter under this roof with little credit to large slouched hats, with a scallop shell bound on the your loyalty as a vassal, or your conduct as a high-born front of each, above all, the cross, cut in red cloth maiden. Deliver him up to us, and I will draw off upon their shoulders, marked them as pilgrims who these men-at-arms, and dispense, though I may scarce had accomplished their vow, and had returned from answer doing so, with the occupation of the castle." that fatal bourne, from which in those days, returned "Guy de Monthermer," answered Eveline, "he so few of the thousands who visited it, whether in that throws a stain on my name, speaks falsely and the love of enterprise, or in the ardour of devotion. unworthily; as for Damian de Lacy, he knows how to defend his own fame. This only let me say, that, while he takes his abode in the castle of the betrothed of his kinsman, she delivers him to no one, least of all to his well-known feudal enemy-Drop the portcullis, wardens and let it not be raised without my special order." The pilgrims had passed, that morning, through a scene of devastation similar to, and scarce surpassed in misery by, those which they had often trod during the wars of the Cross. They had seen hamlets which appeared to have suffered all the fury of military execution, the houses being burned to the ground; and in many cases the carcasses of the miserable inhabitThe portcullis, as she spoke, fell rattling and clang-ants, or rather relics of such objects, were suspended ing to the ground, and Monthermer, in baffled apite, on temporary gibbets, or on the trees, which had been remained excluded from the castle. 66 Unworthy allowed to remain standing, only, it would seem, to lady" he began in passion, then checking himself, serve the convenience of the executioners. Living said calmly to the pursuivant, "Ye are witness that creatures they saw excepting those wild denizens she hath admitted that the traitor is within that of nature who seemed silently resuming the now castle-ye are witness that, lawfully summoned, this wasted district, from which they might have been Eveline Berenger refuses to deliver him up. Do your formerly expelled by the course of civilization. Their duty, Sir Pursuivant, as is usual in such cases." ears were no less disagreeably occupied than their eyes. The pensive travellers might indeed hear the screams of the raven, as if lamenting the decay of the carnage on which he had been gorged; and now and then the plaintive howl of some dog, deprived of his home and master; but no sounds which argued either labour or domestication of any kind. The pursuivant then advanced and proclaimed, in the formal and fatal phrase befitting the occasion, that Eveline Berenger, lawfully summoned, refusing to admit the King's forces into her castle, and to deliver up the body of false traitor, called Damian de Lacy, had herself incurred the penalty of high treason, and had involved within the same doom all who aided, abetted, or maintained her in holding out the said castle against their allegiance to Henry of Anjou. The trumpets, so soon as the voice of the herald had ceased, confirmed the doom he had pronounced, by a long and ominous peal, startling from their nests the owl and the raven, who replied to it by their ill-boding screams. The defenders of the castle looked on each other with blank and dejected countenances, while Monthermer, raising aloft his lance, exclaimed, as he turned his horse from the castle gate, "When I next approach the Garde Doloureuse, it will be not merely to intimate, but to execute, the mandate of my Sove reign." As Eveline stood pensively to behold the retreat of Monthermer and his associates, and to consider what was to be done in this emergency, she heard one of the Flemings, in a low tone, ask an Englishman, who stood beside him, what was the meaning of a traitor. "One who betrayeth a trust reposed-a betrayer," said the interpreter. The phrase which he used recalled to Eveline's The sable figures, who with wearied steps, as it appeared, travelled through these scenes of desolation and ravage, seemed assimilated to them in appearance. They spoke not with each other-they looked not to each other-but one, the shorter of the pair, keeping about half a pace in front of his companion, they moved slowly, as priests returning from a sinner's death-bed, or rather as spectres flitting along the precints of a churchyard. At length they reached a grassy mound, on the top of which was placed one of those receptacles for the dead of the ancient British chiefs of distinction, called Kist-Vaen, which are composed of upright fragments of granite, so placed as to form a stone coffin, or something bearing that resemblance. The sepulchre had been long violated by the victorious Saxons, either in scorn or in idle curiosity, or because treasures were supposed to be sometimes concealed in such spots. The huge flat stone which had once been the cover of the coffin, if so it might be termed, lay broken in two pieces at some distance from the sepulchre; and, overgrown as the fragments were with grass and lichens, showed plainly that the lid had been removed to its present situation many years before. A stunted and doddered oak still spread its branches over the open and rude mausoleum, as if the Druid's badge and emblem, shattered and storm-broken, was still bending to offer its protection to the last remnants of their worship. "This, then, is the Kist-vaen," said the shorter pilgrim; and here we must abide tidings of our scout. But what, Philip Guarine, have we to expect as an explanation of the devastation which we have traversed ?" "Some incursion of the Welsh wolves, my lord," replied Guarine; "and, by Our Lady, here lies a poor Saxon sheep whom they have snapped up.' entirely precluded us from getting information from any one respecting the state of things here, which it behoved your lordship much to know, and which I must needs say looks gloomy and suspicious enough." "Still art thou a fool, Guarine," said the Constable; "for, look you, had Vidal meant ill by us, why should he not have betrayed us to the Welsh, or suffered us, by showing such knowledge as thou and I may have of their gibberish, to betray ourselves? "Well, my lord," said Guarine, "I may be silenced, but not satisfied. All the fair words he can speak all the fine tunes he can play-Renault Vidal will be to my eyes ever a dark and suspicious man, with features always ready to mould themselves into the fittest form to attract confidence; with a tongue framed to utter the most flattering and agreeable words at one time, and at another to play shrewd plainness or blunt honesty; and an eye which, when he thinks himsel unobserved, contradicts every assumed expression of features, every protestation of honesty, and every word of courtesy or cordiality to which his tongue has given utterance. But I speak not more on the subject; only I am an old mastiff, of the true breed-I love my master, but cannot endure some of those whom he favours; and yonder, as I judge, comes Vidal, to give us such an account of our situation, as it shall please him." The Constable (for he was the pilgrim who had walked foremost) turned as he heard his squire speak, and saw the corpse of a man amongst the long grass; by which, indeed, it was so hidden, that he himself had passed without notice, what the esquire, in less abstracted mood, had not failed to observe. The leathern doublet of the slain bespoke him an English peasant-the body lay on its face, and the arrow which had caused his death still stuck in his back. Philip Guarine, with the cool indifference of one accustomed to such scenes, drew the shaft from the man's back, as composedly as he would have removed it from the body of a deer. With similar indifference the Constable signed to his esquire to give him the arrow-looked at it with indolent curiosity, and then said, "Thou hast forgotten thy old craft, Guarine, when thou callest that a Welsh shaft. Trust me, it flew from a Norman bow; but why it should be found in the body of that English churl, I can ill guess. Some runaway serf, I would warrant-some mon-pidly approaching them. grel cur, who had joined the Welsh pack of hounds," answered the esquire. "It may be so," said the Constable; "but I rather augur some civil war among the Lords Marchers themselves. The Welsh, indeed, sweep the villages, and leave nothing behind them but blood and ashes, but here even castles seem to have been stormed and taken. May God send us good news of the Garde Doloureuse!" 66 Amen!" replied his squire; "but if Renault Vidal brings it, 'twill be the first time he has proved a bird of good omen." Philip," said the Constable, "I have already told thee thou art a jealous-pated fool. How many times has Vidal shown his faith in doubt-his address in difficulty-his courage in battle-his patience under Buffering?" "It may be all very true, my lord," replied Guarine; "yet-but what avails to speak?-I own he has done you sometimes good service; but loath were I that your life or honour were at the mercy of Renault Vidal." A horseman was indeed seen advancing in the path towards the Kist-vaen, with a hasty pace; and his dress, in which something of the Eastern fashion was manifest, with the fantastic attire usually worn by men of his profession, made the Constable aware that the minstrel, of whom they were speaking, was ra Although Hugo de Lacy rendered this attendant no more than what in justice he supposed his services demanded, when he vindicated him from the suspicions thrown out by Guarine, yet at the bottom of his heart he had sometimes shared those suspicions, and was often angry at himself, as a just and honest man, for censuring, on the slight testimony of looks, and sometimes casual expressions, a fidelity which seemed to be proved by many acts of zeal and integrity. When Vidal approached and dismounted to make his obeisance, his master hasted to speak to him in words of favour, as if conscious he had been partly sharing Guarine's unjust judgment upon him, by even listening to it. "Welcome, my trusty Vidal," he said; "thou hast been the raven that fed us on the mountains of Wales, be now the dove that brings us good tidings from the Marches.-Thou art silent. What mean these downcast looks-that embarrassed carriage-that cap plucked down o'er thine eyes?--In God's name, man, speak!-Fear not for me--I can bear worse than tongue of man may tell. Thou hast seen me in the wars of Palestine, when my brave followers fell, man by man, around me, and when I was left well nigh alone-and did I blench then ?—Thou hast seen me when the ship's keel lay grating on the "Nothing, my lord," replied Guarine, "but in-rock, and the billows flew in foam over her deck-did stinctive suspicion and aversion. The child that, for the first time, sees a snake, knows nothing of its evil properties, yet he will not chase it and take it up as he would a butterfly. Such is my dislike of Vidal-I cannot help it. I could pardon the man his malicious and gloomy sidelong looks, when he thinks no one observes him; but his sneering laugh I cannot forgive it is like the beast we heard of in Judea, who laughs, they say, before he tears and destroys." "In the name of all the saints, thou peevish and suspicious fool, what is it thou canst found upon to his prejudice?" I blench then?-No-nor will I now." "Boast not," said the minstrel, looking fixedly upon the Constable, as the former assumed the port and countenance of one who sets Fortune and her utmost malice at defiance-"boast not, lest thy bands be made strong." There was a pause of a minute, during which the group formed at this instant a singular picture. Afraid to ask, yet ashamed to seem to fear the ill messenger with person erect, arms folded, and brow expanded with resolution; while the minstrel, carried beyond his usual and guarded apathy by the interest of the moment, bent on his master a keen fixed glance, as if to observe whether his courage was real or assumed. "Philip," said De Lacy, "I am sorry for thee-tidings which impended, the Constable confronted his sorry, from my soul, to see such a predominating and causeless jealousy occupy the brain of a gallant old soldier. Here, in this last misfortune, to recall no inore ancient proofs of his fidelity, could he mean otherwise than well with us, when, thrown by shipwreck upon the coast of Wales, we would have been doomed to instant death, had the Cymri recognised in me the Constable of Chester, and in thee his trusty esquire, the executioner of his commands against the Welsh in so many instances?" "I acknowledge," said Philip Guarine, "death had surely been our fortune, had not that man's ingenuity represented us as pilgrims, and, under that character, acted as our interpreter--and in that character he Philip Guarine, on the other hand, to whom Heaven, in assigning him a rough exterior, had denied neither sense nor observation, kept his eye in turn firmly fixed on Vidal, as if endeavouring to determine what was the character of that deep interest which gleamed in the minstrel's looks apparently, and was unable to ascertain whether it was that of a faithful domestic sympathetically agitated by the bad news with which |