Great Britain -- History -- Tudors, 1485-1603 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
The man took the stirrup, and whilst he ran lightly beside the great
horse over the ling and the mosshags he called, a little coyly, his
story up to his lord. It was a long tale, or he made it so, for there
was a great deal to tell as to how a Milburn called Barty of the Comb
and Corbit Jock had called the bondsmen of the Castle Lovell together,
and of how they had said that in the absence of the Young Lovell they
would pay no heriots, nor yet hens, nor yet bolls of wheat. So, when
the bailiff of the Castle had come among their steadings and had sought
to take heriots for the death of the Lord Lovell and tythes in hens and
pence, they had greeted him at first civilly and had asked to see the
charters and papers of their lands, saying that that was the custom upon
the death of the lord.
That had occasioned some delay, since the charters and papers had all
been taken to Cullerford, to the tower of Sir Walter Limousin that had
married the Young Lovell’s sister, the Lady Isopel. So a strong guard
was sent to Cullerford and brought the charters back for the time. At
beat of drum the charters, customs, the number of the rent-hens and such
things had been read out by the bailiff and the lawyer called Stone,
standing upon a little mound at the head of the village. From here
these things had been read from time immemorial, even to the oldest ages
when it had been called the Wise Men’s Talking-place. The lawyer Stone
had told them that the heritage of the old Lovell had fallen to those
three, the Decies, called now Young Lovell and the husbands of the
ladies Isopel and Douce. They had, the lawyer read, fyled a suit
against the late Young Lovell for sorcery, at a Warden’s Court held in
the Debateable Land on St. Mark’s Day last gone. Since the Young Lovell
had not appeared, that bill had been fouled and those three had taken
his lands and all he had. And the lawyer Slone, standing upon that
mound had bidden them go back to their byres and, peaceably, to do suit
and service and pay their heriots and rent-hens and bolls of corn and
the rest.
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