But from
London ye may have an inkling of all the world, and over-burdensome
maybe shall that seem to you, a few and a feeble people.
"Nevertheless I say to you, remember the Fellowship, in the hope
of which ye have this day conquered; and when ye come to London be
wise and wary; and that is as much as to say, be bold and hardy;
for in these days are ye building a house which shall not be
overthrown, and the world shall not be too great or too little to
hold it: for indeed it shall be the world itself, set free from
evil-doers for friends to dwell in."
He ceased awhile, but they hearkened still, as if something more
was coming. Then he said:
"To-morrow we shall take the road for Rochester; and most like
it were well to see what Sir John Newton in the castle may say to
us: for the man is no ill man, and hath a tongue well-shapen for
words; and it were well that we had him out of the castle and away
with us, and that we put a word in his mouth to say to the King.
And wot ye well, good fellows, that by then we come to Rochester we
shall be a goodly company, and ere we come to Blackheath a very
great company; and at London Bridge who shall stay our host?
"Therefore there is nought that can undo us except our own
selves and our hearkening to soft words from those who would slay
us. They shall bid us go home and abide peacefully with our wives
and children while they, the lords and councillors and lawyers,
imagine counsel and remedy for us; and even so shall our own folly
bid us; and if we hearken thereto we are undone indeed; for they
shall fall upon our peace with war, and our wives and children they
shall take from us, and some of us they shall hang, and some they
shall scourge, and the others shall be their yoke-beasts—yea, and
worse, for they shall lack meat more.
"To fools hearken not, whether they be yourselves or your
foemen, for either shall lead you astray.
"With the lords parley not, for ye know already what they would
say to you, and that is, 'Churl, let me bridle thee and saddle
thee, and eat thy livelihood that thou winnest, and call thee hard
names because I eat thee up; and for thee, speak not and do not,
save as I bid thee.'
"All that is the end of their parleying.
"Therefore be ye bold, and again bold, and thrice bold! Grip the
bow, handle the staff, draw the sword, and set on in the name of
the Fellowship!"
He ended amid loud shouts; but straight-way answering shouts
were heard, and a great noise of the winding of horns, and I
misdoubted a new onslaught; and some of those in the throng began
to string their bows and handle their bills; but Will Green pulled
me by the sleeve and said:
"Friends are these by the winding of their horns; thou art quit
for this night, old lad." And then Jack Straw cried out from the
cross: "Fair and softly, my masters! These be men of our
Fellowship, and are for your guests this night; they are from the
bents this side of Medway, and are with us here because of the
pilgrimage road, and that is the best in these parts, and so the
shortest to Rochester. And doubt ye nothing of our being taken
unawares this night; for I have bidden and sent out watchers of the
ways, and neither a man's son nor a mare's son may come in on us
without espial. Now make we our friends welcome. Forsooth, I looked
for them an hour later; and had they come an hour earlier yet, some
heads would now lie on the cold grass which shall lie on a feather
bed to-night. But let be, since all is well!
"Now get we home to our houses, and eat and drink and slumber
this night, if never once again, amid the multitude of friends and
fellows; and yet soberly and without riot, since so much work is to
hand. Moreover the priest saith, bear ye the dead men, both friends
and foes, into the chancel of the church, and there this night he
will wake them: but after to-morrow let the dead abide to bury
their dead!"
Therewith he leapt down from the cross, and Will and I bestirred
ourselves and mingled with the new-comers. They were some three
hundred strong, clad and armed in all ways like the people of our
township, except some half-dozen whose armour shone cold like ice
under the moonbeams. Will Green soon had a dozen of them by the
sleeve to come home with him to board and bed, and then I lost him
for some minutes, and turning about saw John Ball standing behind
me, looking pensively on all the stir and merry humours of the
joyous uplanders.
"Brother from Essex," said he, "shall I see thee again to-night?
I were fain of speech with thee; for thou seemest like one that has
seen more than most."
"Yea," said I, "if ye come to Will Green's house, for thither am
I bidden."
"Thither shall I come," said he, smiling kindly, "or no man I
know in field. Lo you, Will Green looking for something, and that
is me. But in his house will be song and the talk of many friends;
and forsooth I have words in me that crave to come out in a quiet
place where they may have each one his own answer. If thou art not
afraid of dead men who were alive and wicked this morning, come
thou to the church when supper is done, and there we may talk all
we will."
Will Green was standing beside us before he had done, with his
hand laid on the priest's shoulder, waiting till he had spoken out;
and as I nodded Yea to John Ball he said:
"Now, master priest, thou hast spoken enough this two or three
hours, and this my new brother must tell and talk in my house; and
there my maid will hear his wisdom which lay still under the hedge
e'en now when the bolts were abroad. So come ye, and ye good
fellows, come!"
So we turned away together into the little street. But while
John Ball had been speaking to me I felt strangely, as though I had
more things to say than the words I knew could make clear: as if I
wanted to get from other people a new set of words. Moreover, as we
passed up the street again I was once again smitten with the great
beauty of the scene; the houses, the church with its new chancel
and tower, snow-white in the moonbeams now; the dresses and arms of
the people, men and women (for the latter were now mixed up with
the men); their grave sonorous language, and the quaint and
measured forms of speech, were again become a wonder to me and
affected me almost to tears.
Chapter 8
SUPPER AT WILL GREEN'S
I walked along with the others musing as if I did not belong to
them, till we came to Will Green's house. He was one of the
wealthier of the yeomen, and his house was one of those I told you
of, the lower story of which was built of stone. It had not been
built long, and was very trim and neat. The fit of wonder had worn
off me again by then I reached it, or perhaps I should give you a
closer description of it, for it was a handsome yeoman's dwelling
of that day, which is as much as saying it was very beautiful. The
house on the other side of it, the last house in the village, was
old or even ancient; all built of stone, and except for a newer
piece built on to it—a hall, it seemed—had round arches, some of
them handsomely carved. I knew that this was the parson's house;
but he was another sort of priest than John Ball, and what for
fear, what for hatred, had gone back to his monastery with the two
other chantrey priests who dwelt in that house; so that the men of
the township, and more especially the women, were thinking gladly
how John Ball should say mass in their new chancel on the
morrow.
Will Green's daughter was waiting for him at the door and gave
him a close and eager hug, and had a kiss to spare for each of us
withal: a strong girl she was, as I have said, and sweet and
wholesome also. She made merry with her father; yet it was easy to
see that her heart was in her mouth all along. There was a younger
girl some twelve summers old, and a lad of ten, who were easily to
be known for his children; an old woman also, who had her
livelihood there, and helped the household; and moreover three long
young men, who came into the house after we had sat down, to whom
Will nodded kindly. They were brisk lads and smart, but had been
afield after the beasts that evening, and had not seen the
fray.
The room we came into was indeed the house, for there was
nothing but it on the ground floor, but a stair in the corner went
up to the chamber or loft above. It was much like the room at the
Rose, but bigger; the cupboard better wrought, and with more
vessels on it, and handsomer. Also the walls, instead of being
panelled, were hung with a coarse loosely-woven stuff of green
worsted with birds and trees woven into it. There were flowers in
plenty stuck about the room, mostly of the yellow blossoming flag
or flower-de-luce, of which I had seen plenty in all the ditches,
but in the window near the door was a pot full of those same white
poppies I had seen when I first woke up; and the table was all set
forth with meat and drink, a big salt-cellar of pewter in the
middle, covered with a white cloth.
We sat down, the priest blessed the meat in the name of the
Trinity, and we crossed ourselves and fell to. The victual was
plentiful of broth and flesh-meat, and bread and cherries, so we
ate and drank, and talked lightly together when we were full.
Yet was not the feast so gay as might have been. Will Green had
me to sit next to him, and on the other side sat John Ball; but the
priest had grown somewhat distraught, and sat as one thinking of
somewhat that was like to escape his thought. Will Green looked at
his daughter from time to time, and whiles his eyes glanced round
the fair chamber as one who loved it, and his kind face grew sad,
yet never sullen.
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