Great Britain -- History -- William I, 1066-1087 -- Fiction
So the pair climbed to the summit, and again considered their plans for
the fortress which had already been decided upon. Now the summit was a
remarkably level plateau of five or six acres in extent. Round the outer
edge of this plateau the ground sank away steep and suddenly for fifty
yards, and it was only by the utmost exertions that a man could scramble
up this last steep brow. The pair walked around the outer fringe
together.
"Well," said Oswald, "the hand of man could never have raised so
impregnable a rampart, and if gallantly manned it can never be carried
by assault. There is but one danger: we may be starved out, for the
provisioning of it is most difficult with our scanty resources."
"It is as you say, my lord, matchless as a site for defence; for the
provisioning we must make strenuous efforts whilst the respite lasts;
and if we can by any means give them this day such a taste of our
quality as we ought to, they will never, unless greatly reinforced,
attempt to force our stronghold."
"How bountiful, Wulfhere, nature has been in providing material for
building. Stones ready to our hand and inexhaustible in quantity, and
timber near to hand also."
At this juncture a horseman was seen coming over the mile of gently
rising ground which stretched away from the forest.
"He bears a message," said Oswald; "come, we will descend and meet him."
By the time they had scrambled to the bottom of the declivity the
horseman drew near, bringing the news that evidently something more than
usual was afoot, by the number of men who were actively mustering at so
early an hour of the morning; this thing being quite an unusual one with
the Normans, who loved to carouse well into the night, and then sleep
off the effects in the morning.
"Well we may be sure, if these besotted louts are moving thus early,
that there is something which has stirred the hornet's nest, so we will
to our rendezvous." Then turning to the scout, he said, "You know the
cave at Deepdale Head?"
"Aye, aye, I know it well!"
"You will find us there from now: keep us well informed, you and your
comrades, so that we may make our dispositions."
Then the two rapidly descended until they came to the head of a deep
gorge, where was one of the many limestone caves to be found in the
district. It had an obscure and unpretentious entrance; but once well
within it, it assumed lofty proportions, and ran away into many cavities
roomy and weird. In past times no one would have dared to enter its
gloomy precincts, as it was considered to be the abode of pixies,
witch-hags, and the powers of evil and darkness generally. But now these
superstitious and ignorant people had dared to force the abode of evil
spirits, rather than face the still more cruel and hated Norman.
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