CHAPTER VIII. CHRISTOPHER COMES TO THE TOFTS.

When they arose in the sunshine, Simon went straightway to see to the

horses, while Christopher stayed by the fire to dight their victuals;

he was merry enough, and sang to himself the while; but when Simon came

back again, Christopher looked on him sharply, but for a while Simon

would not meet his eye, though he asked divers questions of him

concerning little matters, as though he were fain to hear Christopher's

voice; at last he raised his eyes, and looked on him steadily, and then

Christopher said: "Well, wayfarer mine, and whither away this morning?"

Said Simon: "As thou wottest, to the Long Pools."

Said the lad: "Well, thou keepest thy tidings so close, that I will ask

thee no more till we come to the Long Pools; since there, forsooth,

thou must needs tell me; unless we sunder company there, whereof I were

nought grieving."

"Mayhappen thou shalt fare a long way to-day," muttered Simon.

But the lad cried out aloud, while his eye glittered and his cheek

flushed: "Belike thou hadst well-nigh opened the door thereto last

night!" And therewith he leapt to his feet and drew his short-sword, and

with three deft strokes sheared asunder an overhanging beech-bough as

thick as a man's wrist, that it fell crashing down, and caught Simon

amongst the fall of its leafy twigs, while Christopher stood laughing

on him, but with a dangerous lofty look in his eyes: then he turned away

quietly toward the horses and mounted his nag, and Simon followed and

did the like, silently; crestfallen he looked, with brooding fierceness

in his face.

So they rode their ways, and spake but little each to each till they

came to where the trees of the wood thinned speedily, and gave out at

last at the foot of a low stony slope but little grassed; and when they

had ridden up to the brow and could see below, Christopher stretched

out his hand, and said: "Lo thou the Long Pools, fellow wayfarer! and lo

some of the tramping; horses that woke thee and not me last night."

Forsooth there lay below them a great stretch of grass, which whiles

ran into mere quagmire, and whiles was sound and better grassed; and

the said plain was seamed by three long shallow pools, with, as it were,

grassy causeways between them, grown over here and there with ancient

alder trees; but the stony slope whereon they had reined up bent round

the plain mostly to the east, as though it were the shore of a great

water; and far away to the south the hills of the forest rose up blue,

and not so low at the most, but that they were somewhat higher than

the crest of the White Horse as ye may see it from the little Berkshire

hills above the Thames. Down on the firm greensward there was indeed a

herd of wild horses feeding; mallard and coot swam about the waters; the

whimbrel laughed from the bent-sides, and three herons stood on the side

of the causeway seeking a good fishing-stead.

Simon sat a-horseback looking askance from the marish to Christopher,

and said nothing a while; then he spake in a low croaking voice, and

said: "So, little King, we have come to the Long Pools; now I will ask

thee, hast thou been further southward than this marish land?"

"That have I," said the lad, "a day's journey further; but according to

the tales of men it was at the peril of my life."

Simon seemed as if he had not noted his last word; he said: "Well then,

since thou knowest the wild and the wood, knowest thou amidst of the

thickets there, two lumps of bare hills, like bowls turned bottom up,

that rise above the trees, and on each a tower, and betwixt them a long

house."

"Save us, Allhallows!" quoth Christopher, "but thou wilt mean the Tofts!

Is it so, sir squire?"

"Even so," said Simon.

"And thou knowest what dwellest there, and wouldst have me lead thee

thither?" said the lad.

"I am so bidden," said Simon; "if thou wilt not do my bidding, seek thou

some place to hide thee in from the hand of the Earl Marshal."

Said the youngling: "Knowest thou not Jack of the Tofts and his seven

sons, and what he is, and that he dwelleth there?"

Said Simon: "I know of him; yea, and himself I know, and that he

dwelleth there; and I wot that men call him an outlaw, and that many

rich men shall lack ere he lacks. What then?"

"This," said Christopher, "that, as all tales tell, he will take my life

if I ride thither. And," said he, turning to Simon, "this is belike what

thou wouldest with me?" And therewith he drew out his sword, for his bow

was unstrung.

But Simon sat still and let his sword abide, and said, sourly enough:

"Thou art a fool to think I am training thee to thy death by him; for I

have no will to die, and why shall he not slay me also? Now again I say

unto thee, thou hast the choice, either to lead me to the Tofts, where

shall be the deed for thee to do, or to hide thee in some hole, as I

said afore, from the vengeance of the Lord of Oakenrealm. But as for thy

sword, thou mayst put it up, for I will not fight with thee, but rather

let thee go with a string to thy leg, if thou wilt not be wise and do as

thy lords ordain for thee."

Christopher sheathed his sword, and a smile came into his face, as if

some new thought were stirring in him, and he said: "Well, since thou

wilt not fight with me, and I but a lad, I will e'en do thy will and

thine errand to Jack of the Tofts. Maybe he is not so black as he is

painted, and not all tales told of him are true. But some of them I will

tell thee as we ride along."

"And some thereof I know already, O woodland knight," said Simon,

as they rode down the bent, and Christopher led on toward the green

causeway betwixt the waters. "Tell me," quoth he, when they had ridden

awhile, "is this one of thy tales, how Jack of the Tofts went to the

Yule feast of a great baron in the guise of a minstrel, and, even as

they bore in the boar's head, smote the said baron on the neck, so that

his head lay by the head of the swine on the Christmas board?"

"Yea," said Christopher, "and how Jack cried out: 'Two heads of swine,

one good to eat, one good to burn.' But, my master, thou shalt know that

this manslaying was not for nought: whereas the Baron of Greenlake had

erewhile slain Jack's father in felon wise, where he could strike no

stroke for life; and two of his brethren also had he slain, and made the

said Jack an outlaw, and he all sackless. In the Uttermost March we deem

that he had a case against the baron."

"Hah!" said Simon. "Is this next tale true, that this Jack o' the Tofts

slew a good knight before the altar, so that the priest's mass-hackle

was all wet with his blood, whereas the said priest was in the act of

putting the holy body into the open mouth of the said knight?"

Christopher said eagerly: "True was it, by the Rood! and well was it

done, for that same Sir Raoul was an ugly traitor, who had knelt down

where he died to wed the Body of the Lord to a foul lie in his mouth;

whereas the man who knelt beside him he had trained to his destruction,

and was even then doing the first deal of his treason by forswearing him

there."

"And that man who knelt with him there," said Simon, "what betid to

him?"

Said Christopher: "He went out of the church with Jack of the Tofts that

minute of the stroke; and to the Tofts he went with him, and abode with

him freely: and a valiant man he was...and is."

"Hah!" said Simon again. "And then there is this: that the seven sons

of Jack of the Tofts bore off perforce four fair maidens of gentle blood

from the castle wherein they dwelt, serving a high dame in all honour;

and that moreover, they hanged the said dame over the battlements of her

own castle. Is this true, fair sir?"

"True is it as the gospel," said Christopher: "yet many say that the

hanged dame had somewhat less than her deserts; for a foul & cruel whore

had she been; and had done many to be done to death, and stood by while

they were pined. And the like had she done with those four damsels, had

there not been the stout sons of Jack of the Tofts; so that the dear

maidens were somewhat more than willing to be borne away."

Simon grinned: "Well, lad," said he, "I see that thou knowest Jack of

the Tofts even better than I do; so why in the devil's name thou art

loth to lead me to him, I wot not."

Christopher reddened, and held his peace awhile; then he said: "Well

fellow-farer, at least I shall know something of him ere next midnight."

"Yea," said Simon, "and shall we not come to the Tofts before

nightfall?"

"Let us essay it," said Christopher, "and do our best, it yet lacketh

three hours of noon." Therewith he spurred on, for the greensward was

hard under the hooves, and they had yet some way to go before they

should come amongst the trees and thickets.

Into the said wood they came, and rode all day diligently, but night

fell on them before they saw either house or man or devil; then said

Simon: "Why should we go any further before dawn? Will it not be best to

come to this perilous house by daylight?"

Said Christopher: "There be perils in the wood as well as in the house.

If we lie down here, maybe Jack's folk may come upon us sleeping, and

some mischance may befall us. Withal, hereabout be no wild horses to

wake thee and warn thee of thy foeman anigh. Let us press on; there is

a moon, though she be somewhat hidden by clouds, and meseemeth the way

lieth clear before me; neither are we a great way from the Tofts."

Then Simon rode close up to Christopher, and took his rein and stayed

him, and said to him, as one who prayeth: "Young man, willest thou my

death?"

"That is as it may be," said Christopher; "willest thou mine?"

Simon held his peace awhile, and Christopher might not see what was in

his face amidst the gathering dusk; but he twitched his rein out of the

squire's hand, as if he would hasten onward; then the squire said: "Nay,

I pray thee abide and hear a word of me."

"Speak then," said Christopher, "but hasten, for I hunger, and I would

we were in the hall." And therewith he laughed.

Said Simon: "Thus it is: if I go back to my lord and bear no token of

having done his errand to Jack of the Tofts, then am I in evil case; and

if I come to the Tofts, I wot well that Jack is a man fierce of heart,

and ready of hand: now, therefore, I pray thee give me thy word to be my

warrant, so far as thou mayst be, with this woodman and his sons."

At that word Christopher brake out a-laughing loudly, till all the dusk

wood rang with the merry sound of his fresh voice; at last he said:

"Well, well, thou art but a craven to be a secret murderer: the Lord God

would have had an easy bargain of Cain, had he been such as thou. Come

on, and do thine errand to Jack of the Tofts, and I will hold thee

harmless, so far as I may. Though, sooth to say, I guessed what thine

errand was, after the horses waked thee and put a naked sword in thine

hand last night. Marry! I had no inkling of it when we left the Castle

yesterday morning, but deemed thy lord needed me to do him some service.

Come on then! or rather go thou on before me a pace; there, where thou

seest the glimmer betwixt the beech-trees yonder; if thou goest astray,

I am anigh thee for a guide. And I say that we shall not go far without

tidings."

Simon went on perforce, as he was bidden, and they rode thus a while

slowly, Christopher now and then crying, as they went: "To the right,

squire! To the left! Straight on now!" and so on. But suddenly they

heard voices, and it was as if the wood had all burst out into fire, so

bright a light shone out. Christopher shouted, and hastened on to pass

Simon, going quite close to his right side thereby, and as he did so, he

saw steel flashing in his hand, and turned sidling to guard him, but

ere he could do aught Simon drave a broad dagger into his side, and then

turned about and fled the way they had come, so far as he knew how.

Christopher fell from his horse at once as the stroke came home, but

straightway therewith were there men with torches round about him, a

dozen of them; men tall and wild-looking in the firelight; and one

of them, a slim young man with long red hair falling all about his

shoulders, knelt down by him, while the others held his horse and gat

his feet out of the stirrups.

The red-head laid his hand on his breast, and raised his head up till

the light of a torch fell on it, and then he cried out: "Masters, here

hath been a felon; the man hath been sticked, and the deed hath to do

with us; for lo you, this is none other than little Christopher of the

Uttermost March, who stumbled on the Tofts last Yule, and with whom we

were so merry together. Here, thou Robert of Maisey, do thy leechdom on

him if he be yet living; but if he be dead, or dieth of his hurt, then

do I take the feud on me, to follow it to the utmost against the slayer;

even I, David the Red, though I be the youngest of the sons of Jack of

the Tofts. For this man I meant should be my fellow in field and fell,

ganging and galloping, in hall and high-place, in cot and in choir,

before woman and warrior, and priest and proud-prince. Now thou Robert,

how does he?"

Said the man who had looked to Christopher's wound, and had put aside

his coat and shirt: "He is sore hurt, but meseemeth not deadly. Nay,

belike he may live as long as thou, or longer, whereas thou wilt ever be

shoving thy red head and lank body wheresoever knocks are going."

David rose with a sigh of one who is lightened of a load, and said:

"Well Robert, when thou hast bound his wound let us have him into the

house: Ho lads! there is light enough to cut some boughs and make a

litter for him. But, ho again! has no one gone after the felon to take

him?"

Robert grinned up from his job with the hurt man: "Nay, King David,"

said he, "it is mostly thy business; mayhappen thou wilt lay thy heels

on thy neck and after him."

The red-head stamped on the ground, and half drew his sax, and shoved

it back again unto the sheath, and then said angrily: "I marvel at thee,

Robert, that thou didst not send a man or two at once after the felon:

how may I leave my comrade and sweet board-fellow lying hurt in the

wild-wood? Art thou growing over old for our woodland ways, wherein

loitering bringeth louting?"

Robert chuckled and said: "I thought thou wouldst take the fly in thy

mouth, foster-son: if the felon escape Ralph Longshanks and Anthony

Green, then hath he the devil's luck; and they be after him."

"That is well," said the young man, "though I would I were with them."

And therewith he walked up and down impatiently, while the others were

getting ready the litter of boughs.

At last it was done, and Christopher laid thereon, and they all went

on together through the woodland path, the torches still flaring about

them. Presently they came out into a clearing of the wood, and lo,

looming great and black before them against the sky, where the moon had

now broken out of the clouds somewhat, the masses of the tofts, and at

the top of the northernmost of them a light in the upper window of a

tall square tower. Withal the yellow-litten windows of a long house

showed on the plain below the tofts; but little else of the house might

be seen, save that, as they drew near, the walls brake out in doubtful

light here and there as the torches smote them.

So came they to a deep porch, where they quenched all the torches save

one, and entered a great hall through it, David and two other tall young

men going first, and Robert Maisey going beside the bier. The said hall

was lighted with candles, but not very brightly, save at the upper end;

but amidmost a flickering heap of logs sent a thin line of blue smoke up

to the luffer. There were some sixty folk in the hall, scattered about

the end-long tables, a good few of whom were women, well grown and

comely enough, so far as could be seen under the scanty candle-light.

At the high-table, withal, were sitting both men and women, and as they

drew near to the greater light of it, there could be seen in the chief

seat a man, past middle age, tall, wide-shouldered and thin-flanked,

with a short peaked beard and close-cut grizzled hair; he was high of

cheekbones, thin-faced, with grey eyes, both big and gentle-looking; he

was clad in a green coat welted with gold. Beside him sat a woman, tall

and big-made, but very fair of face, though she were little younger,

belike, than the man. Out from these two sat four men and four women,

man by man and woman by woman, on either side of the high-seat. Of the

said men, one was of long red hair as David, and like to him in

all wise, but older; the others were of like fashion to him in the

high-seat. Shortly to say it, his sons they were, as David and the two

young men with him. The four women who sat with these men were all fair

and young, and one of them, she who drank out of the red-head's cup, so

fair, and with such a pleasant slim grace, that her like were not easy

to be found.

Again, to shorten the tale, there in the hall before Christopher, who

lay unwotting, were Jack of the Tofts and his seven sons, and the four

wives of four of the same, whom they had won from the Wailful Castle,

when they, with their father, put an end to the evil woman, and the

great she-tyrant of the Land betwixt the Wood and the River.

Now when David and his were come up to the dais, they stayed them,

and their father spake from his high-seat and said: "What is to do, ye

three? and what catch have ye?"

Said David: "I would fain hope 'tis the catch of a life that or I love;

for here is come thy guest of last Yule, even little Christopher, who

wrestled with thee and threw thee after thou hadst thrown all of us, and

he lying along and hurt, smitten down by a felon hard on our very doors.

What will ye do with him?"

"What," said Jack of the Tofts, "but tend him and heal him and cherish

him. And when he is well, then we shall see. But where is the felon who

smote him?"

Said David: "He fled away a-horseback ere we came to the field of deed,

and Anthony Green and Ralph Longshanks are gone after him, and belike,

will take him."

"Mayhappen not," said the master. "Now, forsooth, I have an inkling of

what this may mean; whereas there can be but one man whose business

may be the taking of our little guest's life. But let all be till he

be healed and may tell us his tale; and, if he telleth it as I deem

he will, then shall we seek further tidings. Meanwhile, if ye take the

felon, keep him heedfully till I may see him; for then may I have a true

tale out of him, even before Christopher is hale again."

So therewith David and Robert, with two or three others, brought

Christopher to a chamber, and did what leechdoms to him they might;

but Jack of the Tofts, and his sons and their fair wives, and his other

folk, made merry in the hall of the Tofts.

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