PHARAOH NANJULIAN.
Now it chanced that one afternoon in the June of 1575 Jasper and I were
on our way from the vicarage to the manor, our lessons for that day
being over. We had to pass through the village of Beechcot on our
homeward journey, and it was when we were opposite the inn, then kept by
Geoffrey Scales, that there occurred an incident which was to have a
greater influence upon our future lives than we then imagined. In the
wide space by the inn, formed by the meeting of four roads, there was
gathered together a goodly company of people, who seemed to be talking
as one man, and looking as with one eye at something in their midst.
"What have we here?" said Jasper, as we paused. "Is it some bear-ward
with his bear, or one of those wandering Italians that go about with a
guitar and a monkey?"
"I hear no music," said I. "It seems to be something of more importance
than either bear or monkey. Let us see for ourselves."
So we ran forward and joined the crowd, which began presently to make
way for us. Then we saw that nearly everybody in the village, saving
only the men who were at work in the fields, had run together with one
accord in order to stare and wonder at a man, who sat on the bench just
outside the ale-house door. It was clear to me at once that he was not a
native of those parts, and might possibly be a foreigner. He seemed to
be of thirty-five or forty years of age, his skin and hair were very
dark, and he wore a great black beard, which looked as if it had known
neither comb nor scissors for many a long month. Also he was of great
size and height, and on his brawny arms, which were bare from the
elbows downwards, there were figures and patterns traced in blue and
red, so that I at once set him down for a sailor, who had seen much life
in strange countries. As for his garments, they were much stained and
worn, and his feet, which were naked, were evidently callous and
hardened enough to stand even the roughest roads.
When we first set eyes upon him the man was leaning back against the
wall of the ale-house, looking defiantly at John Broad, the constable,
who stood by him, and at Geoffrey Scales, the landlord, who stood behind
Broad. In the rear, holding his chin with one hand, and looking
exceeding rueful of countenance, stood Peter Pipe, the drawer. All round
them hung the crowd of men and women, lads and lasses, staring
open-mouthed at the great man with the black beard.
"What's all this?" said I, as we pushed our way to the front.
The sailor jumped to his feet and touched his forelock civilly enough.
He looked at John Broad.
"Marry, Master Humphrey," answered John Broad, "you see this great
fellow here, with a beard so long as the Turks? A' cometh into our
village here, God knows where from, and must needs fall to breaking the
heads of peaceable and honest men."
"'Tis a lie," said the sailor. "At least, that part of it which refers
to peaceable and honest men. As to the breaking of heads, I say naught."
"But whose head hath he broken?" asked Jasper.
"Mine, sir," whined Peter Pipe. "God ha' mercy!--it sings like Benjamin
Good's bees when they are hiving."
"And why did he break thy head?"
"Let him say," said the sailor. "Aye, let him say."
Peter Pipe shuffled his feet and looked out of his eye-corners. He was
a creature of no spirit, and always in deadly fear of something or
somebody.
"Maybe he will clout me again," said Peter.
"Fear not," said the sailor. "I would not hurt thee, thou
two-penny-halfpenny drawer of small beer. Say on."
"This man, then, Master Humphrey, a' cometh into our kitchen and demands
a pot of ale. So I fetched it to him and he paid me--"
"Was his money good?"
"Oh, aye, good money enough, I warrant him," said Geoffrey Scales.
"I said naught to the contrary," continued Peter. "But no sooner had he
drunk than he fell to cursing me for a thief, and swore that I had
served him with small beer, and with that he caught up the tankard and
heaved it at me with such force that my jaw is well-nigh broken."
"And didst serve him with small beer?"
"I serve him with small beer! Nay, Master Humphrey, bethink you. As if I
did not know the difference betwixt small beer and good ale!"
"That thou dost not," said the sailor. "Young sir, listen to me. I know
thee not, and I fear thee not, and I know not why I should trouble to
talk to thee. But thou seemest to be in authority."
"'Tis Sir Thurstan's nephew," whispered the constable.
"What know I of Sir Thurstan? Young sir, I am a man of Cornwall, and my
name it is Pharaoh Nanjulian. They know me in Marazion. I have been on a
venture to the North Seas--plague take it, there is naught but ice and
snow there, with white bears twenty feet long--"
"List to him!" said someone in the crowd.
"I will show thee the white bear's trick, an' thou doubtest me. But to
proceed. Young sir, we were wrecked--sixteen good men and true we
were--off the Norroway coasts, which methinks are fashioned of iron, and
we underwent trials, yea, and hunger. After a time we came to
Drontheim--"
"Where is that?"
"A sea-coast town of Norroway, young sir. And thence we took ship to
Scarborough. But there was no ship at Scarborough going south, wherefore
I set out for mine own country on foot. And to-day, which is my first on
this journey, I came to this inn for a pint of good ale, and paid my
money for it too, whereupon yonder scurvy knave gives me small beer,
thin as water. And I, being somewhat hot and choleric of temper, threw
the measure at him, and rewarded him for his insolence. So now I will go
on my way, for 'tis a brave step from here to Marazion, and I love not
ye north-country folk."
"Not so fast," quoth John Broad. "Thou must needs see Sir Thurstan
before we let thee go."
"What want I with Sir Thurstan?"
"Marry, naught; but he may want something with thee. We allow not that
wandering rascals shall break the peace in our village."
"If thou talkest to me like that, Master Constable, I shall break thy
head, and in such a fashion that thou wilt never more know what peace
is. We men of Devon and Cornwall allow no man to lord it over us."
"Thou shalt to Sir Thurstan, anyhow," said John Broad. "We will see what
the law says to thee. I fear me thou art a man of lawless behavior; and,
moreover, there are strange characters about at this moment."
"Dame Good had two fowls stolen last night," said a voice in the crowd.
"Yea, and there are two fine linen sheets stolen from the vicarage
hedge," piped another.
"He looks a strange mortal," said a third.
"And wears gold rings in his ears," cried a fourth. "A' must be a
foreigner, and maybe a Papist."
"Foreigner or Papist I am not, good folks, but a true-born Englishman,
and a good hater of all Frenchmen and Spaniards. So let me go forward
peaceably. As for the clout I gave Master Peter, here is a groat to mend
it. I have but a round dozen, or I would give him two."
With that he would have moved forward, but John Broad barred the way.
"Not till I have taken thee before his worship," said he. "What, am I
not constable of this parish, and duly sworn to arrest all suspicious
persons, sturdy beggars, and what not?"
The sailor paused and drew his breath, and looked at the constable's
round figure as if in doubt what to do.
"I am loth to hurt thee," said he, "but if I hit thee, Master Constable,
thou wilt never more drink ale nor smell beef. Know that once in
Palermo there came upon me a great brown bear that had got loose from
his ward, and I hit him fair and square between the eyes, and he fell,
and when they took him up, his skull it was cracked. Is thy skull harder
than the bear's?"
At this John Broad trembled and shrank away, but continued to mutter
something about the law and its majesty.
"You had better go with him before my uncle," said I. "He will deal
justly with thee. He is hard upon no man, but it might fare ill with
John Broad if Sir Thurstan knew that he had suffered you to go
unapprehended."
"Oh, if you put it in that way," he answered, and turned again, "I will
go with you. Heaven send that the good gentleman do not detain me, for I
would fain reach York to-night."
So we all moved off to the manor, and as many as could find room crowded
into the great hall where Sir Thurstan sat to deliver judgment on all
naughty and evilly-disposed persons. And presently he came and took his
seat in the justice-chair and commanded silence, and bade John Broad
state his case. Then Peter Pipe gave his testimony, and likewise
Geoffrey Scales, and then Sir Thurstan called upon the sailor to have
his say, for he made a practice of never condemning any man unheard.
After he had heard them all, my uncle considered matters for a moment
and then delivered judgment, during which everybody preserved strict
silence.
"I find, first of all," said he, "that Peter Pipe, the drawer, did serve
this man with small beer instead of good ale. For what! I watched the
man as he told his story, and he did not lie."
"I thank your honor," said the sailor.
"Wherefore I recommend Geoffrey Scales to admonish Peter at his
convenience--"
"Yea, and with a stick, your honor," said Geoffrey.
"So that he transgress not again. Nevertheless, the sailor did wrong to
maltreat Peter. There is law to be had, and no man should administer his
own justice. Wherefore I fine thee, sailor, and order thee to pay ten
groats to the court."
"As your honor wills," said the man, and handed over the money. "I have
now one left to see me all the way to Marazion. But justice is justice."
"Clear my hall, John Broad," said my uncle. This order the constable
carried out with promptitude. But when the sailor would have gone, Sir
Thurstan bade him stay, and presently he called him to his side and held
converse with him.
"Dost thou propose to walk to Marazion?" he asked.
"With God's help, sir," answered the man.
"Why not try Hull? Thou mightest find a ship there for a southern port."
"I had never thought of it, your honor. How far away may Hull be?"
"Forty miles. What means hast thou?"
"But one groat, sir. But then I have become used to hardships."
"Try Hull: thou wilt find a ship there, I doubt not. Hold, here are
twelve shillings for thee. Humphrey, have him to the kitchen and give
him a good meal ere he starts."
"Your honor," said the sailor, "is a father and a brother to me. I shall
not forget."
"Do thy duty," said Sir Thurstan.
So I took the man to the kitchen, and fed him, and soon he went away.
"Young master," said he, "if I can ever repay this kindness I will, yea,
with interest. Pharaoh Nanjulian never forgets."
With that he went away, and we saw him no more.