Wager of Battle: A Tale of Saxon Slavery in Sherwood ForestHerbert, Henry William
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Wager of Battle: A Tale of Saxon Slavery in Sherwood Forest
Herbert, Henry William
Anglo-Saxons -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Norman period, 1066-1154 -- Fiction; Sherwood Forest (England) -- Fiction
In these wild rural districts, however, it was quite different, where
the roads merely gave access and egress to the country lying below the
mountains, but opened no thoroughfare either for trade or travel,
there being no means of approach from that side, even to Penrith or
Carlisle, already towns of considerable magnitude, lying but a few
miles distant across the vast and gloomy fells and mountains, except
by the blindest of paths, known only to shepherds and outlaws, leading
through tremendous passes, such as that terrible defile of
Dunmailraise, famous to this day for its stern and savage grandeur.
Hence it came, that, unless it were visitors to some of the few
castles or priories in the lower valleys, such as Furness Abbey,
Calder Abbey, Lannercost Priory, Gleaston Castle, the stronghold of
the Flemings, Rydal, the splendid manor of the Ratcliffes, this
fortalice of De Taillebois, at Hawkshead, and some strong places of
the Dacres and Cliffords, yet farther to the east, not constituting in
the whole a dozen within a circumference of fifty miles, no strangers
were ever seen in these secluded valleys, without exciting wonder, and
something of consternation.
So it was in this instance; and so urgent did it appear to Sir Yvo,
that, although he was just sitting down to supper when his officer
arrived--for Kendal was his manorial town, where he held his courts,
leet and baron--that he put off the evening meal an hour, until he
should have heard his report, and examined into all the circumstances
of the case.
Then commending his bailiff for his discretion, he dismissed him, with
orders to make all speed home again, without signifying at Kendal
whither he had been, to give all heed and courteous attention to the
strangers, keeping ever a sharp eye on their actions, and to expect
himself in the burgh ere midnight.
This done, he returned to the hall, as calm as if nothing had occurred
to move him, though he was indeed doubly moved, both as lord of the
manor and sheriff of the country; and, merely whispering to Aradas to
have fifty lances in the saddle within an hour, and to dispatch a
messenger to have the horse-boats ready on the lake, opposite to
Bowness, took his place at the board-head, with his fair child on his
right, and the young esquire on the left, and carved the roe venison
and moor fowl, and jested joyously, and quaffed his modicum of the
pure light wines of Gascony, as if he had nothing on hand that night
beyond a walk on the battlements, before retiring. So soon, however,
as supper was over, he bade his page go up to his private apartment,
and bidding Aradas look sharp, for there was little time to lose, he
told Guendolen, with a smile, that he should make her chatelaine for
the night, since he must ride across the lake to Kendal.
"To-night, father!" she exclaimed, astonished, "why, it is twenty
miles; you will not be there before daybreak."
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