PETTY WALES
If a young man's heels be seldom slow to follow after his heart whither
he hath left it for lost, he hath indeed so many classical examples to
draw upon as he need stand in no fear of censure save of such as have
neither loved at all, nor ever in their lives been young. And so it
was with me, who had no sooner swallowed down my pudding and as much as
I could stomach of the good wife's reproaches but I was off and away to
Petty Wales to inquire after Idonia, how she did.
'Twas a quiet grey morning of the early year, and as I strode along
very gladsome, methought there could be few places in the world so
pleasant as Thames Street, nor any odour of spices comparable with the
healthful smell about Billingsgate and Somers Quay; although I confess
not to have remarked the fine qualities of either, the night before. A
great body of soldiers was marching, a little way before me, toward the
Tower, their drums beating, and their ensign raised in the midst; as
heartening a sight and sound as a lad could wish for, and of good omen
too. But for all my courage was high, and my steps directed towards
the lass I loved, there was yet a fleck of trouble in my mind I would
have wiped out willingly enough, and that was my father's expressed
desire (which I knew, too, was very necessary) that I should set about
earning my living at a trade. I suppose a boy's thoughts be naturally
averse from buying and selling, and from all the vexatious and mediate
delays which interpose between desires and their satisfaction; for
youth looketh ever to the end itself, and never to the means, whether
the means be money and matters of business, or patient toil, or
increase of knowledge. Success and the golden moment are youth's
affair, and all else of no account at all. Ah! of no account when we
be young, seem preparation and discipline and slow acquirement and the
gathering burden of years; but just to live, and to love, and to
win.... Imperious fools that we are: pitiful, glorious spendthrifts!
I got to the great ruined house at length, as the troop swung out onto
Tower Hill, and the roll of their drums died down. Without loss of
time I drew my poniard and hammered with the haft upon the gate. To
come to her thus, wearing the arms I had used to defend her from the
man she feared and I had valorously overthrown, surely (said I) this
will get me her admiration and a thousand thanks. I would dismiss my
wounds with a shrug when she should say she hoped they were mended, and
swear they were not painful, yet with such slight dragging of the words
as she should not believe me but rather commend my fortitude in
suffering (though for that matter they were easy enough and only one of
them anyways deep). In short I savoured the sweet of our coming
colloquy as greedily as any feast-follower; and at the same time I
continued to rattle my dagger-heel on the oaken door. After some
minutes thus spent, the grid opened, and behind the bars was Idonia
facing me and very pale.
"What would you, Mr. Denis?" said she.
I dropped my jaw and simply stared upon her.
"What would I?" I gasped out.
"How do your wounds?" she asked hurriedly. Our conversation seemed
like to stay upon interrogatories.
"But am I not to enter, then?" cried I, as near sobbing as I had ever
been in my life.
"Can we not speak thus?" said Idonia, and glanced backward into the
hall.
"Oh, Mistress Avenon!" I said to that, "is it thus you use me?" and so
turned away, smitten to the very heart. But I had not gone ten paces
from the gate, ere she caught me, and laid a hand upon my arm.
"Ah, Mr. Denis," she whispered, "be not angry with me; say you are not
wroth, and then go. I beseech you to go away, but first say you are
not angry.... I must not talk with you; must not be seen to talk with
you, I mean." She might have said more had I not stopped her.
"Not to be seen to talk with me? Am I a man to be scorned, then?"
She answered below her breath: "'Tis rather I am a maid to be scorned,
methinks.... Oh, look not so!" she added swiftly, "I must go
within.... If they should know you have come..."
"Who should know?" cried I, very big; "and what care I who knows? I am
not accustomed to shun them that question my behaviour."
"No, no, you are brave," said she, "and 'tis there that my peril lies,
if not your own. You may defend yourself, a man may do so having a
sword. But we women have no weapon."
"Who would hurt you?" I asked, moving a step back to the gate. "Not
Guido Malpas, I warrant, this many a day."
"I live amongst wicked men coming and going," she replied. I could
feel her hand shake that I now held in mine. "But now go. I am not
worth this coil we make; you can do nothing that you have not done
already. I will remember you," said she in a strange pleading voice,
"and I think you will not forget me awhile either." She paused a
little, panting as though she had been weary. "And, Mr. Denis, my
heart is big with pride of your coming hither."
These words she spoke in the deep full voice she used when moved, and
then turning from me, went within and shut to the door.
"Now Heaven forbid me mercy," said I aloud, "if I probe not to the
bottom of this pool."
I pulled down my jerkin in front, and set my ruff even. Then opening
the purse that hung at my belt, I counted the coins that were in it.
There were a dozen shillings and some few halfpence. "Certain 'tis
time I got employment," I mused, "yet I allow myself one day more;" and
with that I slid the coins back in my purse, and looked about me.
Now, this great building of Petty Wales before which I stood was once
(or at least is reported to have been) an Inn of the Welsh Princes for
their occasions in the City, but was, upon their long disuse of it,
turned into tenements, as Northumberland House was where Mr. Jordan had
formerly lodged, and was now let out to marine traders, victuallers,
and such other as found it convenient to the quays. How it came about
that Idonia had her dwelling here I knew not yet, nor indeed did I at
that time know anything of all I am about to set down of this mansion,
which, however, it is very necessary should be understood, seeing how
large a space it occupies in my adventures.
Besides the tenants, then, that by right inhabited there, there had
grown up another sort of secret tenants that lurked amid such odd nooks
and forgotten chambers herein as were overlooked, or of no advantage
for the stowage of merchandise. Between these mean unnoted folk, that
had crept thither like rats for shelter, and lay as close, there was
maintained a sort of fearful communion and grudged acquaintanceship.
But the house being strongly parted in twain by a stone wall built
throughout the middle of it, from back to front, it was as though there
were two separate houses, of which Idonia used the one, but these the
other. And since moreover there was but one gate upon the street side
of the house, the men of whom I speak, both the honest ships' brokers
and the lawless poor men, perforce used a certain low-pitched postern
door at the bottom of a narrow alley which ran behind the house.
This door let on to a wide and decayed stair that (I was to learn) was
the poor men's hall and common room; here they met and shared their
stealthy mess together; here elected and deposed their captains, and
celebrated their improvident espousals. Living on sufferance, stricken
by poverty and terror of the law, hardly allowed as men and women, but
rather as abject orts of nature, they yet preserved amongst themselves
a perfect order from the very necessity of silence; and upon the least
motion of discontent the mutineer was instantly seized, his head
covered, and the captain's knife deep in his heart. 'Twas the women's
office, then, to lay the body out decently; and about midnight four men
bore it secretly to the riverside, and straightway returned.
All this I was to learn from a strange accident that befell me when at
length I left loitering before Idonia's door, and skirted about the
place in search of any index to the riddle she had read me. For I was
persuaded that to reach the heart of the mystery, I must at all
adventures gain access to the house itself; I being then quite ignorant
of the dividing of it in the manner I have told. It was with an
extraordinary delight, therefore, that I discovered the lane to the
rearward of the house, and the low door. Somewhat to my surprise I
found the door not made fast, and so at once entering by it, I began
cautiously to ascend the rotten stair. But scarce had I gone half-way
to the first stage, when I stumbled over the body of a man that lay
stretched there in the dark, and was, I thought, dead. Howbeit, he was
not, and when I had him down into the air, and had loosened his
clothing, he opened his eyes. He stared upon me wildly.
"How? You are not of the brotherhood?" he stammered.
I said nothing in reply, but leaving him where he was, ran to a tavern
hard by upon Tower Hill, called _The Tiger_, whence I returned
presently with a flask of strong wine. The drinking of it revived him
marvellously, so that he was soon able to support himself on his feet,
although without strength to walk yet. I got him some meat, too, and
bread, both of which he ate like a wolf rather than a man; so far had
he gone in starvation. When he had done, he would have thanked me, but
I interrupted him, asking in my turn who he was, and what trade he was
of. He straightened his back at that, and looking me very proudly in
the face replied: "My name is Andrew Plat, and by the grace of Heaven I
am a lyrical poet."
Upon the sudden I recalled Mr. Jordan. "So," I thought, "'tis the
worthy that stole my lord Pembroke's buttery-beer." However, all I
said was: "I think I have not read any of your writing, Mr. Plat."
"'Tis very possible," said he, "for I write less than I think: and
indeed publish less than I write."
"And how standeth it with your fasting, Master Poet?" quoth I.
"I feed my thoughts that way," he replied simply, "as 'twas in a fast I
conceived my famous lines upon the Spring."
I bade him drink another draught of the wine, having no interest to
scrape acquaintance with his Muse; but he was not so easily to be put
off.
"It begins thus," said he, and tossing back his long and tawny hair
from his eyes, lifted his right hand aloft and beat the air with his
fingers as he proceeded--
"Fresh Spring, the lovely herald of great Love,
On whose green tabard are the quarterings
Of many flowers below and trees above
In proper colours, as befits such things--
Go to my love----"
"Hold, hold!" I cried, "methinks I have read something very similar to
these lines of yours in another man's verses."
He held his hand still suspended, though his eyes flashed in disdain of
my commentary.
"An' you were not young and my benefactor," he said, with an extreme
bitterness, "I would be tempted to clap you into a filthy ballad."
"Do you use to write your ballads, full?" I inquired, "seeing 'tis
apparently your custom to steal your lyricks, empty."
He brought down his raised hand clenched upon the other.
"I steal nothing from any man," he cried in a great voice; but even as
he spoke his face went white, and his eyes rolled in his head. I
thought he had fallen into some fit of poetics, and offered him the
wine again, but he cautioned me to be silent, at the same time cringing
backward into the shadows.
"Why, what ails you?" I asked encouragingly.
He laid his forefinger to his lips, and then, laying his hand upon my
arm, drew me to him.
"Spake I overloud?" he muttered, shivering, too, when I answered that
he certainly had done.
"'Twould be my death were I heard," said the miserable fellow, and then
told me, by starts and elliptic phrases all that I have set down about
this mysterious fellowship of Petty Wales, and the cruel rigour in
which its secrecy was maintained.
"'Tis no place for an honest man," he said, "for all here, but I, be
notable thieves and outlaw villains, bawds, and blasphemers every one.
And were't not for the common table we keep, each man bringing to it
that he may, but all equally partaking, and that we lie sheltered from
foul weather and terror of the watch, I had long since avoided hence.
For I am a lyrical poet, sir, and have no commerce with such as steal."
I could have returned upon him there, with his unconscionable
plagiarism and his assault upon Baynards Castle too, but judged it
Christian to hold my peace. Furthermore, I had entered this
unwholesome den for another purpose than to argue a point of
authorship, and therefore said quietly enough, but in such a manner as
he should perceive I meant it--
"Now listen to me, Master Poet," quoth I, "and answer me fair, else
will I raise my voice to such pitch as your Captain shall take note of
it for a contingent fault of thine to have loud-speaking friends.
"This great mansion, now," I went on, when I thought he could bear a
part in the argument; "do all the parts of it join, and the dwellers
herein have exchange of intercourse each with the other?"
"No," he said, "they do not."
"But once they had," said I.
"Long since they may have done," replied the poet, "but since the place
hath been converted to its present use, it hath been divided by strong
walls of partition, so as each man is now master of his own."
"How!" I cried, raising my voice of set purpose to frighten him. "In
this nest of thieves what man is so absolute a master as another may
not possess himself of his goods?"
"I know not, I know nothing," he wailed piteously.
"Are there no cracks in the wainscote even?" I persisted, for something
in his denial led me to suspect he put me off. He shook his head,
whispering that their new Captain reposed but a dozen paces distant and
would hear, and kill us both.
"Enough," I said pretty stern, "for I see there be privy ways opened
that you have at the least heard tell of (though you may not have dared
investigate them), and communication hence through every party-wall."
"There is none," he repeated, near mad with apprehension.
"It is necessary I discover these passages," I continued, "or rather
one of them, as I think there is one leads to the great hall."
"What know you of such a place?" he almost screamed.
"Rest you easy, sweet singer," said I, laughing at the slip he made,
"for we will not go headlong to this work, nor disturb your Captain's
sleep where he lieth snug till nightfall; but you shall lead me by
quiet ways thither, and when you shall have put me through, I will
suffer you to depart in peace. But so much I most positively require
of you."
He wept and wrung his hands, protesting I was grievously in error, and
he the most miserable of men; indeed 'twas not until I pulled out my
sword and showed him the blood on it, that he professed himself willing
to serve me, though he still continued to pretend his inability therein.
"That we shall see," said I. "But first finish your bottle, and then
advance, man, in Master Spenser's name!"
He drank it down, and then cramming the broken morsels of bread and
meat into his wallet (where I saw he kept his verses also with a parcel
of goose quills) he cautioned me to be silent, and stole ahead of me up
the wide and broken stair.
Small light there was to see by, for the few windows which should have
served us were all shuttered or roughly boarded up, and the wind piped
through them shrilly. Upon the great open gallery he paused as in
doubt which way to proceed, and, to speak justly, 'twould have puzzled
a wiser man in that dimness to pursue any right course between the huge
bales and chests of sea-merchandise that pestered our passage. Nay,
even the very roof and ceilings were become warehouses, so that once I
espied so great a thing as a ship's cockboat slung from the rafters
above our heads, and once rasped my cheek against the dried slough of a
monstrous water-snake that some adventurer had doubtless brought home
from the Indies. But I knew well enough that we should have made twice
our progress but for the infinite dread in which the poor poet went of
crossing the lair where the officers of this unholy brotherhood awaited
their hour to steal forth. At every rustle of wind he staggered so he
could scarce stand, and had it not been for the invigorating coolness
of my sword upon the nape of his neck, he would have fled thence an
hundred times. Yet for all the dangers (to call them so) of our stolen
march, the thought that stood in the front of my mind was: What lover,
since the world began, hath gone in this fashion to his mistress? For
insensibly my intention had narrowed down to the mere necessity of
seeing Idonia again. Surely, never was a house of so many turnings and
bewildered issues; so that we seemed to traverse half the ward in our
quest, and for the most part in pitchy blackness, as I have said, until
I almost could have believed the day had gone down into night while we
shuffled tardily forward. But at last Mr. Andrew stopped. We had
turned a coign of the wall, and come into an open space palely lighted
from above; and looking up I saw we stood beneath the vent wherein the
crane worked that I had note from without the night before.
"If it be not closed up, 'tis here," whispered the poet, and enjoining
upon me to succeed him, he took the crane-rope in his hand and pulled
himself up thereby until he had ascended some fifteen feet, when he
swung himself a little to the right hand where was a sort of ledge in
the masonry of the wall (I mean not the front wall of the building, but
a wall that joined it on the square), and there he stood firm. I was
not slow to join him aloft and there found, behind the ledge or sill, a
low arch in the thick of the wall, and within it a little wicket door.
"You have guided me well," I said, clasping his hand hard, "and I shall
not forget it. If there be any favour I can show you before we part,
name it, Mr. Plat, and I will use my endeavour to please you."
He considered some while before he replied, and then looking at me very
earnestly, said--
"Since you seem to have some acquaintance with the poets, and thought
fit to remark upon a certain fancied resemblance (though indeed there
is none) betwixt my lyrick of the Spring and another's treatment of
that subject, I would beg you, should you be in any company where my
works are spoken of, as I make no pretence they shall be everywhere as
soon as they be published, I say, I would beg you to refrain yourself
from bringing in that ... from directing the attention of the company
toward ... but I see you take me, sir, and so enough said."
However he would not let me go before he had begged my acceptance of a
copy of his works, which he intended should be decently bound in calf
leather, with a device of Britannia sitting upon Helicon, and his name
of Andrew Plat entwined in a wreath of flowerets at her feet.
"And wherefore not upon her brow?" I asked him.
"Oh, sir," said the poet, flinging an arm about my shoulder, "you
honour me too much."
I got him down the rope soon after, and saw him return along the
passage, his head high and his gait light as though he trod a measure.
"We be both in the same plight," I sighed, "and support ourselves upon
favours not yet received."
Then I set open the door. A stout ladder reached down from thence to
the hall where I had fought with Guido Malpas, or rather to a part of
it that was full double the height of that part, and had entrance into
it by means of a sort of wide arch betwixt pillars. The hall was
empty, and I descended to it immediately.
"Well," thought I, pretty grave now I had accomplished this much of my
business, "I would I knew in what case I shall depart hence."
At that moment I heard a footstep on the stair beyond the arches, and
Mistress Avenon entered the hall.
At first she saw me not, but when she did she stood perfectly still,
the colour fading from her face, and one hand upon her bosom. I bowed
low, having no words to speak, and then expected with an infinite
weight at my heart, until she should declare her will.
At length she came slowly toward me.
"What is this you have dared to do?" she murmured, so low I could
scarce hear her.
"I could not help it," I said, and would have told her there and then
that I loved her, had not my courage all gone to wreck before her
visible anger. She drew herself to her full height, and keeping her
eyes on mine said in a louder voice--
"Ay, you could not help intruding upon a defenceless girl, and yet you
went nigh enough to slaying Mr. Malpas, poor man! for that same fault.
Have I not given you thanks enough, that you are come hither for more?
Are you greedy of so much praise? Else indeed wherefore have you come?"
Her words so stung me, and her coldness after all I had suffered to get
speech with her, that I felt the tears very close behind my eyes, and,
as a schoolboy that has been detected in some misdemeanour casts about
for any excuse however vain, so did I; for all in a hurry I stammered
out--
"I came hither to tell you I have twelve shillings."
Was ever any excuse so ill-considered?
"Twelve shillings!" cried Idonia; but my self-respect was all down by
that time, and I could not stop; I spoke of my father's letter, mine
own penury, and the detestation in which I held the necessity to enter
into trade.
"I have but twelve shillings in the whole world," said I, but she not
answering, I turned my head sharply to see how she had received it. To
my utter astonishment Idonia was laughing at me through a blind of
tears.