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
On the other side of the lake, circumstances of a very different
nature, though arising from the same causes, were occurring. Early in
the afternoon, while Kenric was absent on his rounds, a single rider,
plainly clad, and unarmed, except his sword, made his appearance,
riding up the valley from the direction of Kendal, and soon pulling up
at the cottage, inquired the road to Rydal. Then, on being informed
that there was no pass through the hills in that direction, and that
he ought to have turned off to the eastward, through a gap five miles
below, he asked permission to dismount and rest himself and his horse
awhile, a favor which Edith readily conceded. Oat cakes and cheese,
then, as now, the peculiar dainties of the dalesmen, with home-brewed
mead, were set before him, his horse was fed, and every act of
hospitality which could be done to the most honored guest was extended
to him.
He observed every thing, noted every thing, especially the crossbow
which Eadwulf had brought with him on his late inopportune arrival,
learned the name and station of his entertainer, and how he was the
tenant of the Lord of Hawkshead, Yewdale, Coniston, and Kentmere, and
verdurer of the forest in which he dwelt; and then, offering money,
which was refused, mounted his horse, and rode back toward Kendal more
rapidly then he came.
So soon as Kenric returned from his rounds, he was informed of all
that had passed, when, simply observing, "Ha! it has come already, has
it? I scarce expected it so soon," he bade one of the boys get the
pony ready, and prepare himself to go round the lake to the castle,
and then sat down with his wife to the evening meal, which she had
prepared for him.
When they were alone, "Now, Edith, my dear," he said, "the time has
come for which we have been so long waiting. I know for certain that
Sir Foulke d'Oilly is in Kendal, and our good lord will know it
likewise before this time. Therefore there is no danger that will not
be prevented almost before it is begun. That I shall be taken, either
by violence or by legal arrest, this night, is certain--though I think
probably by violence, since no true caption may be made after sunset."
"Then, why not escape at once?" asked his fair wife, opening her great
blue eyes wider than their wont. "Why not go straight to the castle,
and place yourself in my lord's safeguard?"
"For two reasons, wife of mine, each in itself sufficient. First, this
is my post, and I must hold it, until removed or forced from it.
Second, my lord deems it best I should be taken now, and the matter
ended. But this applies not to you or my mother. The Normans must find
neither of you here; no woman, young or old, is safe where Foulke
d'Oilly's men are about. You must wrap the old woman as warm as you
may, and have her off on the pony to Ambleside as quickly as may be.
Ralph shall go with you. I am on thorns and nettles until you are
gone."
"I will never leave you, Kenric. It is useless to speak of it--never!"
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