THE NORMAN EARL AND THE SAXON DEMAGOGUE CONFER.
On leaving the camp, Warwick rode in advance of his train, and his
countenance was serious and full of thought. At length, as a turn in
the road hid the little band from the view of the rebels, the earl
motioned to Marmaduke to advance with his prisoner. The young Nevile
then fell back, and Robin and Warwick rode breast to breast out of
hearing of the rest.
"Master Hilyard, I am well content that my brother, when you fell into
his hands, spared your life out of gratitude for the favour you once
showed to mine."
"Your noble brother, my lord," answered Robin, dryly, "is, perhaps,
not aware of the service I once rendered you. Methinks he spared me
rather, because, without me, an enterprise which has shaken the
Woodvilles from their roots around the throne, and given back England
to the Neviles, had been nipped in the bud!--Your brother is a deep
thinker!"
"I grieve to hear thee speak thus of the Lord Montagu. I know that he
hath wilier devices than become, in my eyes, a well-born knight and a
sincere man; but he loves his king, and his ends are juster than his
means. Master Hilyard, enough of the past evil. Some months after
the field of Hexham, I chanced to fall, when alone, amongst a band of
roving and fierce Lancastrian outlaws. Thou, their leader,
recognizing the crest on my helm, and mindful of some slight
indulgence once shown to thy strange notions of republican liberty,
didst save me from the swords of thy followers: from that time I have
sought in vain to mend thy fortunes. Thou hast rejected all mine
offers, and I know well that thou hast lent thy service to the fatal
cause of Lancaster. Many a time I might have given thee to the law;
but gratitude for thy aid in the needful strait, and to speak sooth,
my disdain of all individual efforts to restore a fallen House, made
me turn my eyes from transgressions which, once made known to the
king, had placed thee beyond pardon. I see now that thou art a man of
head and arm to bring great danger upon nations; and though this time
Warwick bids thee escape and live, if once more thou offend, know me
only as the king's minister. The debt between us is now cancelled.
Yonder lies the path that conducts to the forest. Farewell. Yet
stay!--poverty may have led thee into treason?"
"Poverty," interrupted Hilyard,--"poverty, Lord Warwick, leads men to
sympathize with the poor, and therefore I have done with riches." He
paused, and his breast heaved. "Yet," he added sadly, "now that I
have seen the cowardice and ingratitude of men, my calling seems over,
and my spirit crushed."
"Alas!" said Warwick, "whether man be rich or poor, ingratitude is the
vice of men; and you, who have felt it from the mob, menace me with it
from the king. But each must carve out his own way through this
earth, without over care for applause or blame; and the tomb is the
sole judge of mortal memory."
Robin looked hard at the earl's face, which was dark and gloomy, as he
thus spoke, and approaching nearer, he said, "Lord Warwick, I take
from you liberty and life the more willingly, because a voice I cannot
mistake tells me, and hath long told, that, sooner or later, time will
bind us to each other. Unlike other nobles, you have owed your power
not so much to lordship, land, and birth, and a king's smile, as to
the love you have nobly won; you alone, true knight and princely
Christian,--you alone, in war, have spared the humble; you alone,
stalwart and resistless champion, have directed your lance against
your equals, and your order hath gone forth to the fierce of heart,
'Never smite the commons!' In peace, you alone have stood up in your
haughty parliament for just law or for gentle mercy; your castle hath
had a board for the hungry and a shelter for the houseless; your
pride, which hath bearded kings and humbled upstarts, hath never had a
taunt for the lowly; and therefore I--son of the people--in the
people's name, bless you living, and sigh to ask whether a people's
gratitude will mourn you dead! Beware Edward's false smile, beware
Clarence's fickle faith, beware Gloucester's inscrutable wile! Mark,
the sun sets!--and while we speak, yon dark cloud gathers over your
plumed head."
He pointed to the heavens as he ceased, and a low roll of gathering
thunder seemed to answer his ominous warning. Without tarrying for
the earl's answer, Hilyard shook the reins of his steed, and
disappeared in the winding of the lane through which be took his way.