_THE NEW CHANCELLOR._
"Leofric, Leofric! hast thou heard the news?
"I have heard the bell of St. Martin's," answered Leofric, scarce
raising his head from his task; "I trow the new Chancellor will have
cause for displeasure and stern judgment. This is the third time there
has been a disturbance since he arrived within the city."
"But listen, Leofric, there is worse than that. They say that our good
friend Hugh has been dragged off to prison for the murder of a citizen,
and the whole place is clamouring for his blood--all the citizens, that
is!"
Leofric was aroused now, and started up in excitement.
"What--what!--Hugh charged with such a crime? Impossible! It must be
some mistake."
"Or some foul play," said Jack significantly. "I could not get at him
for the press, but I got near enough to hear them say he declared the
murder had been done by a man in a monkish habit, lurking in a doorway,
who had vanished the moment the crime was committed, leaving the
murdered man lying at Hugh's feet with the stiletto in his heart. But
not one word of this story will the crowd believe, and Hugh has been
haled off to the Bocardo prison!"
Hardly had Jack finished these words before Gilbert, together with Hal
Seaton, hurried in full of the same news.
"It is some vile plot against Hugh!" cried Gilbert. "Have we not
suspected for long that his enemies have returned, and are plotting evil
against him? For my part, I have long believed that Tito Balzani has
returned, and is masquerading beneath the cowl of a monk; and that yon
evil-faced, bearded braggart whom men are beginning to know and note in
the streets, is none other than our old friend Roger de Horn--much
changed by his three years' absence, and by staining his face and
growing his beard. If those two are in league together again, be sure
they are after no good."
"And it behoves us to do something, and that something quickly," said
Hal, "if Hugh is to be saved from disgrace, if not from imprisonment or
worse. For upon the day after to-morrow the new Chancellor is to hold a
court, and all turbulent citizens and clerks are to be brought before
him. I trow if Hugh is charged before him with murder in the open
streets--and there be some ready to swear to seeing him strike the
blow--it may go hard with him. For all men say that the Chancellor is an
upright and just man, and will not favour the clerks more than those of
the city; that he has spoken stern things as to the riots so frequent
here, and has resolved to put them down with a strong hand."
Leofric stood lost in thought, revolving many things in his mind. The
original cause of jealousy between Hugh and Roger had been Linda
Balzani. So long as she played no part in Hugh's life it had been
undisturbed; but directly he recommenced his wooing, he began to feel
himself watched and spied upon, and now this evil thing, carefully and
craftily plotted, had happened to him. Did it not all point to some
jealousy with regard to the beautiful Linda? They had contrived that her
lover should be helpless to fly to her aid; did not that show that some
evil was purposed against the maid herself?
Quickly and anxiously did he communicate these thoughts to his
companions, and as he spoke Jack smote his hand against his brow and
cried excitedly,--
"Now I think of it, I heard somewhat but just now which goes to
substantiate thy suspicions, Leofric. I was wedged into the crowd, and
seeking to press up towards Hugh, when that black-browed fellow whom we
all believe to be Roger de Horn came elbowing his way out, and went up
to the side of some tall fellow, whose face I did not see in the press,
albeit we were close together; and to him he spoke in a hissing sort of
whisper, every word of which I heard. 'I have the signet-ring,' he said;
'now we can get her into our power easily. She will go anywhere at sight
of that!'"
Leofric and the others uttered in low tones exclamations of wrath,
whilst Jack continued quickly,--
"I did not heed the words at the time--I did not think they concerned
our friend Hugh; but verily I believe that it was his ring they
plundered, and that they mean to use it for some evil scheme of their
own."
"Which we must frustrate!" cried Leofric excitedly; "we must to the boat
as soon as the day dies, and we must be at Eynsham with the first light
of dawn. They will not appear there before daylight to-morrow. They will
not desire to raise suspicion by appearing at untoward hours. We shall
be before them, and I trust we may circumvent them yet; but we shall
have a pair of wily foes to deal with."
* * * * *
Oxford was in a ferment of excitement. It was known all over the place
that Hugh le Barbier had escaped from the Bocardo prison, but had
surrendered himself to the Constable of the Castle, claiming his
protection against false imprisonment, and desiring to be brought before
the new Chancellor to tell his tale and be confronted with those who
dared to accuse him of the murder of an unoffending citizen.
It was also said that the Constable was determined to make the most
searching inquiry into the matter, in which the Chancellor would aid
him. Both were greatly disturbed by the state of chronic feud that was
growing up betwixt citizens and clerks, and were resolved to put down
with a high hand this perpetual rioting. The court was to sit in the
largest building which could be found in all Oxford, and the citizens
and clerks were to attend in a mass, and hear what the Chancellor and
the Constable had to say to them. All the ringleaders in the recent
riots would receive some sort of trial and punishment, and the case of
Hugh le Barbier would be thoroughly investigated.
There was a feeling of considerable excitement throughout the town, and
the ways to the place of judgment were thronged to suffocation upon the
appointed day.
Of course it was impossible for all the city to throng into one
building; but a very large concourse was admitted there, whilst the
streets and open places in the vicinity of the Castle were thronged with
eager faces, and the space within the Castle walls was one sea of heads.
Within the great hall were seats for Chancellor and Constable, and in a
place set apart stood a number of citizens and clerks who had been
specially called upon to attend. These were stationed somewhat apart
from the rest of the crowd, and upon the faces of some could be read a
certain anxiety and apprehension.
For the most turbulent spirits within the city had been gathered
together and summoned to answer for their conduct. It had been whispered
that the new Chancellor intended to make a protest against the habit of
carrying arms which prevailed almost universally at that time amidst
persons of all classes. It was this habit which led to such constant
bloody quarrels. Men in the heat of argument would suddenly break into
abuse and invective, and then it was but a short step to blows, which if
from fists would matter little, but when struck with sharp, shining
blades became quite another matter. Peaceable citizens declared that
they were forced to carry arms for self-defence amid the hordes of
savage youths who infested their streets, calling themselves clerks and
scholars. But if the more turbulent of these could be denied the use of
arms, then they would willingly consider laying down theirs.
These and such like things were passing from mouth to mouth whilst the
expectant crowd waited for the judges to appear, and gazed curiously
upon Hugh le Barbier, who occupied a seat by himself near to the daïs of
the Chancellor and the Constable. His face looked somewhat anxious, and
he kept searching the crowd with his eyes, as though looking for faces
which he had expected to see, but had missed. It was only upon the past
night that he had escaped from the Bocardo prison, and speculation was
rife as to how the matter had been managed.
A stir and a rustle and a surging movement through the crowd showed that
the judges were coming at last, and every face was turned towards them,
and every eye fastened upon them as they took their appointed places
amid a deep silence.
The aspect of Sir Humphrey was familiar enough to all; but many had
scarcely set eyes as yet upon the new Chancellor, and these fixed their
regards steadfastly upon him, the guilty and rebellious clerks in
particular being full of anxiety to learn what they could of the temper
of this new dignitary, in whose hands so much power lay.
He was attended by the Proctors and a number of the Doctors and Masters
in their robes, and he wore his own state robes of office. Sir Humphrey
was accompanied by some knights and gentlemen of his household, and the
face of Amalric de Montfort could be distinguished amongst these,
though the young man detached himself from the group round the chairs of
state and placed himself near to Hugh le Barbier, who greeted him with a
smile.
The Constable spoke first. He addressed himself mainly to the citizens,
who were regarded as being under his control. He rebuked them for their
readiness to fight--for their impatience and irritability with the
clerks and scholars, who, when all was said and done, were a source of
profit to them and of prosperity to their town. Instead of setting them
a good example, they fell into all the wild ways of raw lads who might
not have had opportunity to learn better. He chid them severely for
this, and warned them that they were seriously in danger of the royal
displeasure, and of infringements of their charter, if they continued in
this turbulent manner to disturb the peace of the realm. They had felt
this sort of displeasure many times before. Why could they not learn
wisdom and discretion, and strive to put down these disgraceful scenes,
instead of taking an eager share in them, and being no better than the
youths to whom they ought to set an example?
After the Constable had spoken in this key, the new Chancellor arose. He
had a dignified mien, a tall and commanding figure, and a face which at
once inspired confidence and affection. He could look stern and kindly
at the same time, and his sonorous voice, which penetrated right through
the hall and into the open space without, was full of fire and
earnestness; yet there was withal something so winning in his address
that all eyes were riveted upon the speaker, and men held their breath
to catch his every word.
He first spoke of the pleasure he had in this return to a city he had
always loved, and of his promotion to a position in which he hoped he
would prove of service to it. He spoke of changes for the better which
he had noted, but quickly passed on to his deep regret at finding
matters in nowise better betwixt the citizens and scholars, and betwixt
the clerks themselves. He had been shocked and grieved to note the
violence with which quarrels raged and blows were struck upon the
smallest provocation, or upon no provocation at all. That was a thing
which must and should be stopped. Valuable lives must not be sacrificed,
nor lifelong injury inflicted, just to satisfy the wanton passions of
the moment. Two men had been killed, and quite a dozen more injured, in
street brawls during the brief space in which he had resided amongst
them. Against such a state of things as this strong measures must be
taken, and any delinquent convicted of deliberate crime must be punished
with impartial justice, be he citizen or be he clerk. Their good
Constable was of one mind with himself on that point.
Of the two men who had lost their lives, one had been killed in open
fight in the streets, rather by accident of the riot than by deliberate
intention. With that matter he would presently deal, as no person in
particular was charged with the crime. But the other was altogether
different. A peaceable citizen had been stabbed to the heart by an act
of deliberate murderous intent. Hugh le Barbier had been found beside
the murdered man, and had been charged with the deed, and even
imprisoned somewhat informally in the Bocardo. But he was not only a
gentleman and bachelor of good repute in the University; he also
solemnly declared that he had seen the blow struck by another hand, and
he had proved his fearlessness of inquiry in having refused to fly from
the city (on being released in a romantic fashion by some maiden, whose
name he asked not to divulge), and in having placed himself under
protection of the Constable, demanding that he might be heard in his own
defence, and that the whole matter might be diligently investigated.
This inquiry was forthwith to be made, and any person who had any
knowledge of the matter was to stand forth and bear witness.
A slight commotion now stirred through the crowd, and certain persons
pressed forward to give their evidence. Several bore witness to having
found Hugh standing beside the murdered citizen, but none would swear to
having seen him strike the blow, though several declared that there was
a man who had seen the act, though he had not been seen in Oxford since.
His name was Robert Holker, and little was known about him. He attended
lectures, but had put himself under no tutor. He was known to be a good
fighter, and had been mixed up in every riot in the place since his
arrival there. Somebody testified to the fact that he had boasted
himself able to hold his own against twenty adversaries.
The face of the Chancellor darkened slightly as this fact was elicited
by questions from the Constable. Then a slight sensation was caused in
the hall by the sudden stepping forward of Lord Amalric de Montfort, who
asked leave to bear a certain testimony about this very man. He declared
that he was very decidedly of opinion that this man's name was not
Robert Holker, but Roger de Horn, a famous braggart and bully in Oxford
during past years, who had been forced to fly the place on account of a
murderous outrage upon the person of Hugh le Barbier; and he believed
that his evidence against him now was all part and parcel of some fresh
plot against the life and liberty of a good man and a faithful comrade.
Amalric as he spoke laid his hand affectionately upon the shoulder of
Hugh, and immediately public opinion began to turn in favour of the
supposed criminal.
A buzz of talk instantly arose. The former episode, long since
forgotten, of the Magician's Tower and Hugh's imprisonment there by
Roger de Horn and Tito Balzani was at once on all lips. The Chancellor
desired to learn some details of that occurrence, and Hugh stood up and
told the tale, carrying the sympathy of all hearts with him. When he
went on to speak of the occurrence of two days back, and of the stealthy
cowled figure in the doorway who had struck the murderous blow, his
words, instead of being heard with scorn and disbelief, carried the
convictions of all, and a voice in the crowd called out,--
"If thine accuser is indeed Roger de Horn, then mark my word, the
accomplice-monk is Tito Balzani!"
A strange, strangled cry went up from the crowd. Sudden conviction of
the truth of these words seemed to come home to many hearts. Voices were
heard declaring that Tito had been seen in the streets of late--or one
singularly like him. Others declared that they had certainly seen Roger
de Horn, only they had not remembered whose the familiar face was under
its beard and bronze. Excitement rose high; there was a call for these
two men. Constable and Chancellor alike desired that if in the city they
should be brought before them, and there was hurrying to and fro of many
persons.
Then suddenly and unexpectedly a cry arose,--
"They come, they come! they are being brought bound and fettered before
the Court. That is Tito Balzani in the habit of the monk, and there is
Roger's sullen face glowering upon all! Who are these that be bringing
them in? Leofric the bachelor, and honest Jack Dugdale, together with
Hal Seaton, our good citizen's son, and his future brother-in-law,
Gilbert Barbeck. Now this is a marvellous strange hap; and there be
others of the company too. Who are they? and whence come they? Marry,
but it is a happy chance that brings them here to-day!"
The crowd, uttering these and many like words, gave way right and left
before the group of persons who had solicited the right of entrance to
the Chancellor's presence, as they had a matter to lay before him that
brooked no delay.
The leader of the band was a fine-looking old countryman, and just
behind him walked a buxom dame, probably his wife, who led by the hand a
maiden with veiled face, whose form could not be distinguished through
the folds of the habit she wore. Behind these, again, walked the two
bound prisoners, whose faces expressed the extreme of terror. One of the
pair was guarded by Leofric and Jack, the other by Hal and Gilbert. As
this strange procession made its way into the hall the crowd set up a
great cheering, and Hugh le Barbier gave a violent start and fixed his
eyes eagerly upon the veiled figure of the girl. For although he had
spoken nothing of this matter, being unwilling to speak Linda's name in
the audience of the Court, he had been suffering a terrible anxiety all
this while on her account, wondering what had befallen her, and if,
indeed, some evil plot menaced her. Amalric had vowed to ride across to
Eynsham and make inquiries there directly the Court rose, but he knew
that it was of the first importance for him to stand forth as Hugh's
friend and champion here; for as a son of the great Earl his popularity
in Oxford was immense, and the Chancellor himself had a great friendship
and reverence for De Montfort.
Chancellor and Constable alike looked with surprise upon the group now
standing before them. The weather-beaten countryman had bared his head,
and having made a clumsy reverence, he began to speak in short, abrupt
sentences, as though unaccustomed to the task, yet stirred by unwonted
indignation and stress of feeling to make the effort.
"My noble lords and masters," he said, "I have come hither to-day,
hearing of the court to sit in judgment on the misdeeds of certain
persons in this town, to bring before your worshipful notice the tale I
have to tell. I am a man of Eynsham. I carry water for the monks, and
keep the gate. My wife dwells with me hard by; and we have a niece
entrusted to our care. This maid is virtuous and beauteous. She is the
light of our eyes. In her youth, when little more than a child, she was
loved by and she loved a student of this city called Hugh le Barbier. I
see him standing yonder. They were separated by the machinations of evil
men, and the maid went nigh to lose her life. We cared for her, and she
grew sound again. A short while since her lover came back. He wooed her
openly before our eyes. We loved him, and the maid loved him, and they
plighted their troth anew. Some happy months fled by. Nothing disturbed
her mind save a fancy, once whispered to my wife, that one of the monks
was ever watching her. We chid her for this, knowing the monks to be
godly men, and she spoke of the fancy no more. Yester morn there came in
haste to us these four youths you see here, all of whom have been known
to us from coming sometimes to Eynsham with Hugh le Barbier. They told
us that a plot was on foot against him, and they feared against the maid
likewise. They told us that they believed some men would come ere the
day was over, and seek by a well-contrived plan to get possession of the
maid, by showing the signet-ring of her lover. Not to make my tale too
long, I will only tell what, with much debate, we decided on. These
youths I concealed in the house, taking their boat well out of sight.
The maiden kept close to the side of her aunt; and things went on as
usual in the house.
"Shortly after noon come yon two miscreants, the one wearing the cowl
and habit of the monk, even as you see him. They bring with them a
pitiful tale. The maiden's lover is ill. He desires to be soothed by
sight of her. He sends his ring by a faithful messenger and a holy
father confessor, who will bring her to him. My wife appears to
hesitate, and asks if she may not accompany her niece. Plainly they are
prepared for this, and reply readily that she may do so. I know well
what is meant by that complacency. They would wait until they had
reached some place where the river runs smooth and swift, and then they
would wind her clothes about her and throw her into the depths, and
never a sign would be seen again of my good wife Bridget Marlow!"
A groan went round the crowd; the Chancellor's face grew stern, those of
the criminals were blanched with terror. The man went rapidly on with
his story.
"We had planned what to do. We gave them patient hearing. We showed no
sign of distrust, and the maid and her aunt went to their room as though
to prepare for the journey. I set food and wine before our guests, and
they refreshed themselves, talking in low voices between themselves the
while. Methought the man in the habit was strangely little like a monk;
and, moreover, I saw in his girdle, from time to time, the glint as of
some long, sharp weapon, such as certes no monk ever carries. Nor have I
ever seen monk eat and drink as yon fellow did, albeit the ungodly are
fond of jibing at them as gluttonous men and wine-bibbers.
"After they had refreshed themselves they desired to be going. They had
come by boat, and would return the same way. I asked the monk if he
would not like to visit his brethren of the abbey; but he replied rather
uneasily that he had not the time to do so to-day. He was anxious above
all things to return to the bedside of the sick man, and bring back with
him the medicine which he knew would be the best cure--meaning the
presence of the maid.
"Whereupon a great wrath seized upon me, and I suddenly rushed at him
and pulled back his cowl, and then, seeing well his dark face and
untonsured head--which ye can see well for yourselves--I cried out,
'Thou art no more monk than I. Thou art Tito Balzani, my sister's
stepson, a dog of an Italian, who has been hooted out of Oxford before
now!' Well, in a moment he had whipped out a long stiletto--I have it
here to show you--and was at my throat like a tiger. But I had given the
signal already, and yon four doughty lads were at my side in an instant.
Even then, albeit we were five to two, we had no small trouble with
them: for we did not desire their hurt, but only to take them prisoners;
whereas they would have done to death the whole of us to gain their
liberty, had we not been too quick for them. But at last we overcame
and bound them, and they have been bound ever since. I bring them here
before your worshipful presences, that ye may do with them even as ye
list."
And here the narrative of honest Marlow came to a sudden end. He
tendered to the Constable the long, sharp stiletto he had wrested from
Tito, and retired to the background.