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
Two or three Welsh harpers, who had been lured from their Cambrian
wilds by the far-spread report of the approaching festivities, and by
the hope of gaining silver guerdon from the bounty of the splendid
Normans, were seated on a grassy knoll, not far from the tall
garlanded mast, which made itself conspicuous as the emblem--as,
perhaps, in former ages, it had been the idol--of the day, and from
time to time drew from the horse-hair strings of their rude harps some
of those sweet, wild, melancholy airs which are still characteristic
of the genius of the Kymric race, which still recall the hours
"When Arthur ruled and Taliessin sung;"
but neither to them, nor to the indigenous strains, more agreeable
perhaps to their untutored ears, of two native crowders of the dales,
who were dragging out strange discords from the wires of their rude
violins--nor yet to the more captivating and popular arts of three or
four foreign jongleurs, with apes and gitterns--the Savoyards of that
remote age, though coming at that day not from the valleys of the
lower Alps, but from the western shores of Normandy and Morbihan--did
the eager crowd vouchsafe much of their attention, or many of their
pennies.
There was a higher interest awake, a more earnest expectation, and
these were brought to their climax, when, just as the castle bell
tolled eight, the wild and startling blast of a single trumpet rose
clear and keen from the inner court, and the great gates flew open.
A gay and gallant sight it was, which, as the heavy drawbridge
descended, the huge portcullis slowly rose, creaking and clanking, up
its grooves of stone, and the iron-studded portals yawned, revealed
itself to the eyes of the by-standers; and loud and hearty was the
cheer which it evoked from the assembled multitude.
The whole inner court was thronged with men and horses, gayly clad,
lightly armed, and splendidly caparisoned; and, as obedient to the
signals of the officers who marshaled them, the vaunt-couriers of the
company rode out, four by four, arrayed in Kendal green, with the
silver badges and blue sarsenet scarfs of their lord, and white satin
favors with long silver streamers, waving from their bonnets, the
gleam of embroideries and the fluttering of female garments might be
discovered within the long-withdrawing avenue. Four hundred strong,
the retainers of the high-sheriff, swept forward, with bow and spear,
and were succeeded by a herald in his quartered tabard, and a dozen
pursuivants with trumpets.
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