And forest walks were dark and dim,
How sweetly on the pilgrims ear
Was wont to steal the hermits hymn!
And Music took Devotions wing;
And, like the bird that hails the sun,
They soar to heaven, and soaring sing.
The Hermit of St. Clements Well.
It was after three hours good walking that the servants of Cedric, with their mysterious guide, arrived at a small opening in the forest, in the centre of which grew an oak-tree of enormous magnitude, throwing its twisted branches in every direction. Beneath this tree four or five yeomen lay stretched on the ground, while another, as sentinel, walked to and fro in the moonlight shade.
Upon hearing the sound of feet approaching, the watch instantly gave the alarm, and the sleepers as suddenly started up and bent their bows. Six arrows placed on the string were pointed towards the quarter from which the travellers approached, when their guide, being recognised, was welcomed with every token of respect and attachment, and all signs and fears of a rough reception at once subsided.
Where is the Miller? was his first question.
On the road towards Rotherham.
With how many? demanded the leader, for such he seemed to be.
With six men, and good hope of booty, if it please St. Nicholas.
Devoutly spoken, said Locksley; and where is Allan-a-Dale?
Walked up towards the Watling Street, to watch for the Prior of Jorvaulx.
That is well thought on also, replied the Captain; and where is the Friar?
In his cell.
Thither will I go, said Locksley. Disperse and seek your companions. Collect what force you can, for theres game afoot that must be hunted hard, and will turn to bay. Meet me here by daybreak. And stay, he added, I have forgotten what is most necessary of the whole. Two of you take the road quickly towards Torquilstone, the castle of Front-de-Buf. A set of gallants, who have been masquerading in such guise as our own, are carrying a band of prisoners thither. Watch them closely, for, even if they reach the castle before we collect our force, our honour is concerned to punish them, and we will find means to do so. Keep a close watch on them, therefore; and despatch one of your comrades, the lightest of foot, to bring the news of the yeomen thereabout.
They promised implicit obedience, and departed with alacrity on their different errands. In the meanwhile, their leader and his two companions, who now looked upon him with great respect, as well as some fear, pursued their way to the Chapel of Copmanhurst.
When they had reached the little moonlight glade, having in front the reverend, though ruinous chapel, and the rude hermitage, so well suited to ascetic devotion, Wamba whispered to Gurth, If this be the habitation of a thief, it makes good the old proverb, The nearer the church the farther from God. And by my cockscomb, he added, I think it be even so. Hearken but to the black sanctus which they are singing in the hermitage!
In fact the anchorite and his guest were performing, at the full extent of their very powerful lungs, an old drinking song, of which this was the burden:
Bully boy, bully boy,
Come, trowl the brown bowl to me:
Ho! jolly Jenkin, I spy a knave in drinking,
Come, trowl the brown bowl to me.
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