"’Tis a fair land and a rich," said Lord Woodville, reining in his horse
to look at the lovely view. His glance took in the steep acclivity
above Appuldurcombe, and rested upon the darker shadow which marked
where the little Priory stood. With a sigh the Captain of the Wight
shook the reins of his horse and turned to pursue his march. He gave no
look to Briddelsford, which lay amid the northern woods, and towards
which Ralph was looking with wistful eyes, and spake but little until
they reached the end of Ashey Down.
Then a cry broke from the head of the column, for there lay the ships
that were to take them over the sea to the sunny land of France, and it
came home to all men that they might be looking on their own fair home
for the last time.
They descended to the valley below, and passing through Ashey village
they crossed the Brading road a little to the north of that borough,
where they were joined by a large body of men led by young Oglander of
Nunwell; they then skirted the beautiful Brading creek, until rising
once more they reached St Helens Green, and descended for the last time
to the old church by the sea. Here they found all the rest of the band,
and a great crowd of relations and friends come to bid them God speed.
Ralph revelled in the busy scene, and, together with Dicky Cheke and
Maurice Woodville, superintended the embarkation of the baggage. The
four ships which were to take over the expedition were lying in the
narrow channel at the entrance to Brading Haven.
As the expedition marched down the steep declivity from St Helens to the
sandy spit thrown up by the winds and waves to form a breakwater for the
broad expanse of Brading Haven, the vessels were being warped alongside
the shingly beach. The tide was falling fast, and by the time the
baggage animals had reached the sea beach, the sea had left the wide
extending flat of sand and shingle, so as to allow of all going
alongside the flat-bottomed unwieldy hulks of the transport vessels.
The work of embarkation went on all day, and by the time the tide had
risen over the beach again, every one was on board.
It was an exquisite evening, and its still beauty impressed all hearts.
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