CHAPTER VI

HOW THE OLD SCHOLAR AND I CAME TO LONDON

I leave you to imagine whether Sir Matthew made much or little of our

adventure in the marshes, and of the part he took therein, when, having

parted from us, he found himself free to relate the same privately to

his family; they having preceded him (without any escort at all) to his

new great mansion in Devizes. Upon our part, we, that is Mr. Jordan

and I, having inquired out the Inn to which my chattels had been

already carried, took up our lodging there for the night, being pretty

well fatigued (and I wounded too) so that of all things we desired

rest. Nevertheless my old schoolmaster would by no means suffer me to

go to bed until he had procured me a surgeon, who bound up my thigh and

took his fee without any word good or bad; afterwards going himself

into the kitchen (I mean Mr. Jordan did) in order to my more careful

attendance, so that the host his daughter brought me up of her best,

and called me poor child, though I was older than she by half a year.

Now, I learned next morning that Mr. Jordan at his supper had put so

heroical a construction upon our exploit as transformed us into men

above nature almost, and I loathed to descend into the common room

where all the ostlers and maids would be gaping after us for a pair of

paladins. Mr. Jordan took the prospect of such adulation very coolly,

saying that the wise man was he that nothing moved; but for all that I

saw he liked it, and indeed he had been at considerable pains to

prepare the ovation he now affected to despise. However, it so fell

out that when at length we descended amongst the people of the Inn, our

arrival quite failed of applause, and that for the simplest, although a

tragical, reason.

For it appeared that when, on the yesternight, Sir Matthew, having

discharged his baggage-wain and bestowed his goods and valuable stuff

within the house, had gone to bed, it being then about midnight and all

quiet, comes there, lurking through the dark night, that villain

serving-man Day, whose late defeat had nothing distracted him from his

hopes of plunder. With his poniard he cuts out a panel of the postern

door, and privily entering thereby, goes rummaging through the house

from loft to cellar, cutting and wasting what he could not carry off,

but for the money, of which he found good store, and sundry gold

ornaments thereto that were my lady Juke's, he fills his doublet full

of them, as is proved upon him, said the teller, beyond dispute.

"But then," proceeded the man, who now held our whole company

expectant, "even as he was about to steal away by the way he had come,

he heard a little grating noise, as of a weapon which one struck

against some impediment, close beside him in the dark where he was; and

supposing this to be the knight who had unluckily heard him, he drew

boldly upon him with his sword. The other thrust out upon the instant,

and a horrid conflict ensued, the men coming to grips shortly and

stabbing out of all rule. At length the serving-man, whose name is

Day, dealt his adversary his death-blow and prepared to flee away with

his booty, when it appeared (and as Day himself told me it surprised

him out of measure) his legs would not bear him; so that he fell along

the floor from sheer loss and effusion of blood, a subtle blow having

pierced him unawares and mortally hurt him. Thus they lay both until

the morning, when the servants, and I that am the butler, found them

there, the one of them already stark and the other close upon his end

and all aghast."

"Then thy master be murdered, Roger Butler," cried an old fellow from

the tail of the press.

"Not so, Father Time," shouted the butler with a great laugh, "although

Day, by that same error, was led into striking down one he should have

gone in leash withal, namely his fellow-thief, one Warren, that was

gone about the same game as himself."

"Why, 'tis the very knave that dealt Mr. Cleeve here that great wound I

told you of," cried Mr. Jordan, when the clamour of voices had somewhat

lessened; the which speech of his I could have wished not spoken, for

now all turned about, demanding this and that of me, and swearing I was

a brave lad; with such a deal of no-matter as put me into an extremity

of rage and shame, so that I was glad to escape away to the hall, where

I fell to at the ordinary, and drank to their confusion.

But for all my spleen it was indeed a merry tale, beside that it was a

marvellous judgment upon two rogues. Day, it seemed, had breath enough

left in him properly to incriminate Warren, who was, as I say, already

dead, and then rolled over and died too. There was an inquest held of

necessity, as well upon the thieves as upon poor Jenning that Day

killed before; which process somewhat detained us; but in the afternoon

of the day following, having satisfied the Coroner, we were permitted

to depart on our way.

Nevertheless there was a deal of time lost upon our reckoning, it being

now Saturday morning, and although we were now no further to be

hindered with the slowness of Juke's waggon, yet there was still a good

four score miles to go, and the Sunday falling on the morrow when we

were bound to rest, we could by no means reach London before Monday at

night, or even the Tuesday forenoon. My baggage I had sent on by the

common carrier, who engaged to transmit it at Reading, whither he

plied, to another carrier going to London.

We rode out of the base court of the Inn gaily enough, and soon came

upon the high Wiltshire downs, which, there having been a deal of snow

fallen in the night, lay about us in that infinite solemnity of

whiteness that stills a man's heart suddenly, as few things else have

the power to do.

Nought could we discern before and around us but ridge after ridge of

snow, above which hung a sky of unchanging grey; all features of the

country were quite obliterated, and but that some cart had gone that

way a while since, of which we picked out and followed the wheel marks

scrupulously, it had wanted little but we should have ridden bewildered

into some deep drift and perhaps perished. Indeed, we were fortunate

in that; and keeping close upon the track, although but slow going, in

time descended into the market town of Marlborough, which we reached

early in the afternoon. Here we refreshed ourselves and our beasts,

and then away into the Savernake forest, traversing it without mishap,

and so out upon the high road again by Hungerford, and into Newbury a

little after nightfall; having covered above thirty miles in all, the

ways bad too, and the day, because of the late season, very short.

On the Sunday we remained all day in the Inn, except that I went in the

morning to the Church there, when I heard a sermon by the curate upon

Wars and the Rumours thereof, wherein he advised us very earnestly to

examine our pieces and have them ready to hand and not to keep our

powder in the loft under the leaky thatch. He brought in somewhat,

too, about the Sword of the Spirit and the Shield of Faith, but

listlessly, and I saw that no one attended much to that, all men being

full of fear of the Papists, to which they were particularly moved by

Mr. Will. Parry's malicious behaviour in the House of Commons. The

scholar did not accompany me to the Church, I suppose because he was

himself a Papist, though perhaps no very rigorous one, but feigned a

stiffness from riding; and when I returned I found him in the larder,

where he was discoursing amply of the Scythians and their method of

extracting a fermented liquor from the milk of mares, which was of a

grateful potency, but (he lamented) not now to be obtained.

I wrote home a letter to my father after dinner, and in the evening

entertained the curate, who had got to hear of our going to London, and

came to speak with us thereon. He was an honest man, and of an

ingenuous complacency, which he manifested in telling us very quietly

that his Grace of Canterbury was of the same university as he, and he

doubted not, would be pleased to hear of him, and that he had taken

another rood of ground into the churchyard; all which I promised, if I

should meet his lordship, to relate.

We departed as was our custom, betimes on the morrow, travelling

towards Reading, and thereafter to Windsor, where we beheld with

admiration the great Castle of her Majesty's that is there; howbeit we

went not into the place, but left it on our right hand, and proceeded

still forward. But the night falling soon afterwards, we were fain to

put up in the little hamlet of Brentford upon the river Thames, whither

we learned that 'twas fortunate we had without accident arrived, a

certain haberdasher of repute having been robbed of all he carried upon

the heath we had but lately rid over into that place, and left for dead

by the wayside.

Perhaps it was this outrage which had made for our safety, and that,

being so far satisfied with the spoil of silks and rich stuff taken,

the malefactors had hastened to dispose of it to some that make a

living by that cowardly means, and are mostly dwellers about the Stocks

market, in the narrow lanes thereby, although some (as Culver Alley)

have been stopped up against such notorious use of thieves.

Notwithstanding, I here affirm, that in the morning, when we saw the

monstrous charges our lodging stood us in, we found we had not far to

seek for a thief as big as any; and having paid the innkeeper, told him

so.

But now we were come almost within view of the great City of which I

had so many times dreamed, and so beyond limits had advanced its

imagined glory, until it seemed to draw into itself all that was noble

and rich and powerful in the world; being Rome and Carthage too, I

thought, and the Indies added! nay, and only not Paris or Florence,

because it scorned the comparison. In such an exaltation I sat my

horse, looking to right and left as we rode through the lanes past

Hammersmith and Kensington, all the way being still deep in snow;

although hardened here by the traffic of country carts, or rather (I

said) by great equipages of the Court and the Queen's troops. Mr.

Jordan spoke twice or thrice upon indifferent matters, and chiefly, I

remember, of Olympus; but I regarded him contemptuously, having come

into a place where Olympus would be very cheaply esteemed as a hill, we

having our own Ludgate Hill, which, if not so high, is in all other

respects as good or better. But when he told me that we must soon each

take our leave of the other, all that vain mood left me, and I wished

him from my heart a thousand benefits and safety in his enterprise, in

which I would have joined him willingly had I not been bound to this

business of my uncle. He told me he should go to Moorfields, where he

had heard there was frequent exercise of arms, and there learn how to

set about his enrolment.

About this time we came to Charing Cross, where no further speech was

possible between us; such strangeness we met with, and unused fashion

of things; and proceeding by way of the Strand, we noted an infinite

succession of sights, of which the least elsewhere would have staggered

me, but now giving place to others as marvellous, or more, they did but

increase my appetite for amazement, which they alternately satisfied

and renewed. Upon the clamour and the infinite throngs of the

townsfolk, I but briefly touch, for they transcend all description, as

do the palaces of the Savoy and Arundel House that we passed by; and

the Earl of Essex his mansion, and other the inns of the great nobles

which lie upon the right side of this famous street, and betwixt it and

the Thames. Somerset House, moreover, that is still building, we saw,

and artificers yet at work thereupon, which will be, I think, when

builded, the finest palace of all. At Temple Bar a man leaves the

liberty of the Duchy (as it is called) and enters within the liberty

(albeit yet without the walls) of the City of London, and here, a

little distance further on, I found Fetter Lane upon the left hand,

where my lodging was, and so (having first learned where I should have

word of him) sorrowfully parted with Mr. Jordan at the end of it, he

going still eastward towards Paul's, and I up the lane, that is

northward, to Mr. Malt's, where I was well received, and led to a clean

and pleasant chamber in the gable, which he told me was to be mine.

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