Kingdoms have edicts, cities have their charters;
Even the wild outlaw, in his forest-walk,
Keeps yet some touch of civil discipline;
For not since Adam wore his verdant apron,
Hath man with man in social union dwelt,
But laws were made to draw that union closer.
The daylight had dawned upon the glades of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew. The hind led her fawn from the covert of high fern to the more open walks of the greenwood, and no huntsman was there to watch or intercept the stately hart, as he paced at the head of the antlered herd.
The outlaws were all assembled around the Trysting-tree in the Harthill Walk, where they had spent the night in refreshing themselves after the fatigues of the siege, some with wine, some with slumber, many with hearing and recounting the events of the day, and computing the heaps of plunder which their success had placed at the disposal of their chief.
The spoils were indeed very large; for, notwithstanding that much was consumed, a great deal of plate, rich armour, and splendid clothing had been secured by the exertions of the dauntless outlaws, who could be appalled by no danger when such rewards were in view. Yet so strict were the laws of their society, that no one ventured to appropriate any part of the booty, which was brought into one common mass, to be at the disposal of their leader.
The place of rendezvous was an aged oak; not, however, the same to which Locksley had conducted Gurth and Wamba in the earlier part of the story, but one which was the centre of a silvan amphitheatre, within half a mile of the demolished castle of Torquilstone. Here Locksley assumed his seata throne of turf erected under the twisted branches of the huge oak; and the silvan followers were gathered around him. He assigned to the Black Knight a seat at his right hand, and to Cedric a place upon his left.
Pardon my freedom, noble sirs, he said, but in these glades I am monarchthey are my kingdom; and these my wild subjects would reck but little of my power, were I, within my own dominions, to yield place to mortal man.Now, sirs, who hath seen our chaplain? where is our curtal Friar? A mass amongst Christian men best begins a busy morning. No one had seen the Clerk of Copmanhurst. Over gods forbode! said the outlaw chief, I trust the jolly priest hath but abidden by the wine-pot a thought too late. Who saw him since the castle was taen?
I, quoth the Miller, marked him busy about the door of a cellar, swearing by each saint in the calendar he would taste the smack of Front-de-Bufs Gascoigne wine.
Now, the saints, as many as there be of them, said the Captain, forefend, lest he had drunk too deep of the wine-butts, and perished by the fall of the castle! Away, Miller!take with you enow of men, seek the place where you last saw himthrow water from the moat on the scorching ruinsI will have them removed stone by stone ere I lose my curtal friar.
The numbers who hastened to execute this duty, considering that an interesting division of spoil was about to take place, showed how much the troop had at heart the safety of their spiritual father.
Meanwhile, let us proceed, said Locksley; for when this bold deed shall be sounded abroad, the bands of De Bracy, of Malvoisin, and other allies of Front-de-Buf, will be in motion against us, and it were well for our safety that we retreat from the vicinity.Noble Cedric, he said, turning to the Saxon, that spoil is divided into two portions; do thou make choice of that which best suits thee, to recompense thy people who were partakers with us in this adventure.
Good yeoman, said Cedric, my heart is oppressed with sadness. The noble Athelstane of Coningsburgh is no morethe last sprout of the sainted Confessor! Hopes have perished with him which can never return!A sparkle hath been quenched by his blood, which no human breath can again rekindle! My people, save the few who are now with me, do but tarry my presence to transport his honoured remains to their last mansion. The Lady Rowena is desirous to return to Rotherwood, and must be escorted
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