The coronation had taken place in November; it was now the middle of
January 1488. The next two months were employed in sounding the
principal inhabitants of the island.
The Breton gentlemen had gone back to Brittany trusting to the promised
aid, and carrying with them exaggerated ideas of Lord Woodville’s
position and power.
Ralph and the other pages enjoyed their lives as healthy boys engaged in
the manly employments of life in a mediæval castle must have enjoyed
them. Hawking, hunting, daily drill and exercise, boating and fishing,
such were their occupations. Ralph had never breathed a word of the
midnight duel, nor did he know what had become of the wounded knight.
The Captain of the Wight never referred to it, and he kept his own
counsel. The valley was once revisited by him, as far as he could
recollect its whereabouts; but in the coombes and dells of the downs
there were so many level swards at their base, that he was in doubt
whether he had come across the right one. There were no traces of any
combat about them, there was the thorn bush in one and another, and a
little sedgy stream, but no fresh mounds or splintered spears.
Ralph had seen much of his cousin Yolande, and his affection and
admiration for her were unbounded; but he could not disguise from
himself that although she treated him with absolute candour and sisterly
affection, yet she always grew silent if the Captain of the Wight were
near, and hung on every word that nobleman spoke. It never crossed
Ralph’s mind to be jealous, only he wished the Captain of the Wight did
not appear quite so often upon the scene.
But the thoughts of that nobleman were far removed from such trivial
subjects, if credence was to be placed in his words and actions. By
sound of trumpet and proclamation the inhabitants of the Isle of Wight
were summoned to a general muster at Shide Bridge, a place already
celebrated by a previous muster to take account of the military strength
of the island in the reign of King Edward the Second, held by John de la
Hoese and John de Lisle.
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