Hugh coloured, and his father broke in--

"Nay, lady, he hath laid by that foolish fancy. He will be a carver,

like myself."

She lifted her pretty eyebrows.

"In good sooth? Now we had settled matters quite otherwise. I had won

my good husband to consenting that he should be taken into our meine,

and there he might have risen. Is the subject quite decided?"

"Quite, lady," Bassett said firmly. "I thank you very humbly for your

goodness, but Hugh and I must hold together while I live, and I have set

my heart upon his carving a name for himself with a lowlier but a more

lasting weapon than the sword."

His cough shook him again as he spoke, and Dame Edith, though unused to

opposition, was too kindly natured to show displeasure. She asked to

see what he had brought, and was soon wrapt in admiration at the free

and delicate work which was displayed. Meanwhile, Eleanor could whisper

to Hugh--

"Hath Agrippa eaten all the nuts? Doth he like spice-bread or figs?

I'll give thee some. But oh, I wish, I wish thou hadst brought him!

Wolf is gone to the shire-oak. And see now, bend down thy head, and

hearken to a secret. Madam, our mother, has a silken cord for thee to

hold him with. When may we come again and see him? I should like it to

be to-day."

Dame Edith was a liberal purchaser. Her last choice was a beautiful

little reliquary box, minutely carved, yet with a freedom of design

which enchanted her. She would scarcely allow them to leave her, and

the afternoon had advanced before father and son found themselves on

their way back to the sacristan's house. He met them at the door--a

little, withered old man--in an indignant temper.

"Folk should shut the door behind them, and not leave the house to be

pillaged," he said, crossly. "Here I come back and find all in

disorder, and the door wide open to invite all the ill loons in the

place to come in and work their will."

"We left the door safely shut," said Bassett, in surprise.

"Father--Agrippa!" cried Hugh, bolting into the house.

His fears were too true. No Agrippa chattered his welcome to them from

the rafters, and as he always remained in that place of refuge during

their absence, and was too timid to come down to any stranger, it was

evident that some dire abduction had taken place. Hugh, who had grown

very fond of the monkey, was like one distracted. John, the sacristan,

who loved it less, was disposed to be philosophical.

"Well, well, well," he said, "if the varlets have taken nought else I

wish them joy of their bargain, and 'tis well it's no worse. By 'r

Lady, 'tis a foul thing to break into a man's house, and we shall see

what the Master of the College will say to the watch."

"I'll find the poor beast, if he be still alive," said Hugh, with a

choke in his voice, "wherever they've bestowed him. 'Tis Peter's work!"

He was rushing out when Bassett checked him.

"Softly, softly," he said, "prudence may do more than valour in this

case. Let us ask a few questions to begin with. Master John, at what

time came you back?"

"At four o' the clock, and found the door open--thus, and the tankard of

ale I had left emptied. The scurvy knaves! But there's no virtue left

in the watch since Master Simpkins got the upper hand, and hath upset

all the ancient customs."

Scarce restraining Hugh's impatience, his father made inquiries at some

of the houses round, and ended at last in gaining information. Goody

Jones was sick of a fever, and her little grandchild, playing at

bob-apple before the door with another, had seen Peter, the smith's son,

and two other boys, whom she named, go into the sacristan's house.

Pressed to say whether she saw them come out again, she said nay. Her

grandam had called her, and she had run in.

Link the first was therefore established.

Hugh was for rushing at once to Peter, and forcing the rest out of him,

but Bassett counselled more wary walking.

"'Tis a deep-laid plot," he said, "and it were best to meet craft by

craft. Besides, if they are accused, they may kill the poor beast to

save themselves and spite thee. Let us go out to the fair, and maybe we

shall pick up some tidings."

It was dreadful to Hugh to behold Peter in the distance, and to be

restrained from falling upon him, and the fair had quite lost its charm,

though the noise and stir had increased. Costard-mongers were bawling

apples--red, white, and grey costards--at the top of their voices;

pig-women inviting the passers-by to partake of the roast pig which

smoked on their tables; tooth-drawers and barbers, each proclaiming his

calling more loudly than the other. The abbot of a neighbouring

monastery had his palfrey surrounded by a group of clothiers, while a

fool in motley was the centre of another group. Among these the

wood-carver spied a sturdy yeoman, the same Dick-o'-the-Hill who had

opposed the cobbler earlier in the day. It struck him that here was a

man for his purpose, and he managed to extract him from the others, and

to tell him what they were seeking. Honest Dick-o'-the-Hill scratched

his head.

"If you knew where they had disposed the beast," he said, "and breaking

of heads could do it, I'm your man. But as for finding where 'tis hid,

my wife would tell you I was the veriest numskull!" The next moment he

brightened. "I have it! There's my cousin before us, carrying that

fardel of hay. He's the wisest head for miles round, and I'll warrant

he'll clap some sense on the matter. Hi, Mat! Ancient Mat!"

Thus adjured, a small, dried-up, pippin-faced man paused on his way, and

waited till his cousin overtook him and explained what was amiss. He

listened testily, showing profound contempt for honest Dick's

straightforward, though somewhat heavy-handed, suggestions, but more

deference towards Stephen Bassett.

"More likely that the knaves have sold than harmed the creature," he

pronounced at the end of the story.

"Find out where it is, and I'll do what cracking of crowns is needed,"

said Dick.

"Mend thine own, which is cracked past recovery," growled the other.

"Hearken, master,"--to Bassett--"who is likely to buy such a beast?"

"Some noble household."

"Rather some puppet-show or party of mountebanks; those who have dancing

dogs or a bear."

"Right!" cried Stephen, joyfully. "What a fool was I not to think of

it!"

"I said he had the best head in the shire," said Dick, with triumph.

"And," continued Matthew, unheeding, "thou wottest that the licence to

all foreigners expires to-day, and that they must leave the fair? See

there, those Flemish traders are putting their wares together, and the

abbot has made a good bargain for his silken hangings. My counsel is to

go to the watch, and, when the bear and his masters are on the march,

search for the monkey. If I mistake not they will not be able to hide

him."

"Well thought of, friend," said Bassett, heartily. "No need of the

watch, though," put in Dick-o'-the-Hill; "I'll bring a stout fellow or

two who'll do what is necessary."

"Ay, and get us trounced up as the trailbastons the king hates,

numskull," said his cousin. "But 'tis nothing to me. Go thine own way

for an obstinate loggerhead!"

Dick, who seemed to regard Mat's railing as something rather honourable

than otherwise entered into the proposal with extreme zest. He produced

a quarterstaff, which he flourished with formidable ease, declaring

himself ready with its aid to encounter the bear himself. Stephen

Bassett hoped to carry the matter through peaceably, but he felt that

his efforts might go more smoothly backed up by a display of force, and

welcomed Dick's assistance, as well as that of a neighbour whom he

offered to fetch. There was not much time to lose, and they agreed to

meet at a certain spot within half an hour, a time which to Hugh's

impatience seemed interminable. His father had enough to do in keeping

him quiet, and in finding out where the watch, whose business it was to

keep order at the fair, were bestowed. Matthew, having disposed of his

hay, rejoined Bassett, really desirous to know whether his surmises

turned out to be correct; but, as he declared, solely that he might help

to check his cousin Dick's ignorant zeal.

Four of them, therefore, to say nothing of Hugh, took up their position

in the field just on the outskirts of the fair, and waited patiently or

impatiently, after their natures, for the event.

Soon a motley crowd began to emerge from the booths. The most

picturesque features of the show, indeed, were departing, for foreigners

were not allowed to compete with the English traders beyond a certain

number of days; and Flemish, Italians, Chinese, streamed forth, to find

a night's lodging as best they might beyond the forbidden limits. This

expulsion was accompanied by a good deal of coarse jesting and railing

from the other sellers, who rejoiced at the departure.

It was not long before the bear appeared, led by two men.

"Father, father!" cried Hugh, in a tumult of excitement.

"Speak the word, master, when thou desirest an appeal to my

quarterstaff," put in Dick-o'-the-Hill, "or even give me a nod, and I'll

warrant I'll not be backward. I'll answer for the bear."

"Ay, I verily believe thy head to be as thick as its own," said Matthew.

"When wilt thou learn that brains are better than fists? Peace, and

keep back."

Stephen Bassett had stepped out, and civilly informed the men that a

monkey had been taken from his house, and that he had reason to think it

might be in their possession.

"Going beyond known facts," muttered Matthew, "yet one must sometimes

make a leap in the dark. They shake their heads and deny. What next?

Friend Stephen presses his demand, and all four knaves wax violent in

vowing lies; and Dick is puffing and blowing with desire to break heads.

They have the beast, but where?"

His quick eyes, darting hither and thither, had soon answered this

question. One or two of the men had bundles on their backs, and a boy

carried something of the same sort, though smaller. Matthew noticed

that, at a word from one of the men, this boy slipped out of the group,

and, avoiding the side where Dick and his neighbour Hob were mounting

guard, passed round near Matthew himself. In an absolutely unexpected

moment he found himself caught by the arm, and though he fought and

kicked he was held in a vice. The men turned upon Matthew with

threatening gestures, and Dick, in high delight, flourished his

quarterstaff, and pressed up to the defence with one eye on the bear,

who in a free fight might be held to represent an unknown quantity.

Finding they had fallen into powerful hands the Italians confined

themselves to pouring out violent ejaculations, while Hugh flung himself

upon the bundle. His fingers trembled so much with excitement that he

could hardly drag out the wooden skewers which served to keep it

together, but in a minute or two it was unrolled, and the terrified

monkey sprang out. He had made one frightened leap already when Hugh's

call checked him, and the next moment, with a cry of delight, almost

human in its intensity, he ran to the boy, and clambering on his

shoulder gave the most unmistakable signs of pleasure.

"The monkey is his own jury," said Matthew, sententiously. "Tried and

found guilty, my masters."

The Italians, however, had no intention of giving up their booty without

a struggle, and they called upon several jongleurs, who had crowded

round, to assist them. One went so far as to seize the monkey,

whereupon Dick's cudgel, describing a circle in the air, came down upon

the head of the assailant with such force that he dropped like a stone,

and Hob following up with another blow scarcely less formidable, it

seemed likely that here would be a battle royal. Two men fell upon

Matthew, who would have been in evil case had not Dick done as much for

him as he had for the monkey; and Stephen Bassett was set upon with a

vigour which soon left him breathless, although Hugh, clasping Agrippa

with one hand, with the other arm laid about him to such excellent

purpose that he hoped to save his father from hurt till Dick could come

to the rescue.

But might has been often found to get the upper hand of right, and both

Stephen and Dick had fallen into the common English error of underrating

their opponents. A good many of the foreigners had closed round with

the desire to help their own body, and without knowing anything of the

quarrel; and the English, who would have stoutly taken the opposite

side, could only see that some quarrel was going on, and supposed the

strangers to be fighting among themselves. Dick had done prodigies of

valour, and dealt furious blows with his quarterstaff, but he was

hampered by numbers who clung to his arm, and by the charge of

protecting his cousin, and he was reluctantly framing a call for rescue

when a party of horsemen rode into the very thick of the struggling

mass, and scattered it in all directions.

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