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<h2> CHAPTER XI </h2>
<p>1st Outlaw: Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you;<br/>
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.<br/>
Speed: Sir, we are undone! these are the villains<br/>
That all the travellers do fear so much.<br/>
Val: My friends,—<br/>
1st Out: That's not so, sir, we are your enemies.<br/>
2d Out: Peace! we'll hear him.<br/>
3d Out: Ay, by my beard, will we;<br/>
For he's a proper man.<br/>
—Two Gentlemen of Verona<br/></p>
<p>The nocturnal adventures of Gurth were not yet concluded; indeed he
himself became partly of that mind, when, after passing one or two
straggling houses which stood in the outskirts of the village, he found
himself in a deep lane, running between two banks overgrown with hazel and
holly, while here and there a dwarf oak flung its arms altogether across
the path. The lane was moreover much rutted and broken up by the carriages
which had recently transported articles of various kinds to the
tournament; and it was dark, for the banks and bushes intercepted the
light of the harvest moon.</p>
<p>From the village were heard the distant sounds of revelry, mixed
occasionally with loud laughter, sometimes broken by screams, and
sometimes by wild strains of distant music. All these sounds, intimating
the disorderly state of the town, crowded with military nobles and their
dissolute attendants, gave Gurth some uneasiness. "The Jewess was right,"
he said to himself. "By heaven and St Dunstan, I would I were safe at my
journey's end with all this treasure! Here are such numbers, I will not
say of arrant thieves, but of errant knights and errant squires, errant
monks and errant minstrels, errant jugglers and errant jesters, that a man
with a single merk would be in danger, much more a poor swineherd with a
whole bagful of zecchins. Would I were out of the shade of these infernal
bushes, that I might at least see any of St Nicholas's clerks before they
spring on my shoulders."</p>
<p>Gurth accordingly hastened his pace, in order to gain the open common to
which the lane led, but was not so fortunate as to accomplish his object.
Just as he had attained the upper end of the lane, where the underwood was
thickest, four men sprung upon him, even as his fears anticipated, two
from each side of the road, and seized him so fast, that resistance, if at
first practicable, would have been now too late.—"Surrender your
charge," said one of them; "we are the deliverers of the commonwealth, who
ease every man of his burden."</p>
<p>"You should not ease me of mine so lightly," muttered Gurth, whose surly
honesty could not be tamed even by the pressure of immediate violence,—"had
I it but in my power to give three strokes in its defence."</p>
<p>"We shall see that presently," said the robber; and, speaking to his
companions, he added, "bring along the knave. I see he would have his head
broken, as well as his purse cut, and so be let blood in two veins at
once."</p>
<p>Gurth was hurried along agreeably to this mandate, and having been dragged
somewhat roughly over the bank, on the left-hand side of the lane, found
himself in a straggling thicket, which lay betwixt it and the open common.
He was compelled to follow his rough conductors into the very depth of
this cover, where they stopt unexpectedly in an irregular open space, free
in a great measure from trees, and on which, therefore, the beams of the
moon fell without much interruption from boughs and leaves. Here his
captors were joined by two other persons, apparently belonging to the
gang. They had short swords by their sides, and quarter-staves in their
hands, and Gurth could now observe that all six wore visors, which
rendered their occupation a matter of no question, even had their former
proceedings left it in doubt.</p>
<p>"What money hast thou, churl?" said one of the thieves.</p>
<p>"Thirty zecchins of my own property," answered Gurth, doggedly.</p>
<p>"A forfeit—a forfeit," shouted the robbers; "a Saxon hath thirty
zecchins, and returns sober from a village! An undeniable and unredeemable
forfeit of all he hath about him."</p>
<p>"I hoarded it to purchase my freedom," said Gurth.</p>
<p>"Thou art an ass," replied one of the thieves "three quarts of double ale
had rendered thee as free as thy master, ay, and freer too, if he be a
Saxon like thyself."</p>
<p>"A sad truth," replied Gurth; "but if these same thirty zecchins will buy
my freedom from you, unloose my hands, and I will pay them to you."</p>
<p>"Hold," said one who seemed to exercise some authority over the others;
"this bag which thou bearest, as I can feel through thy cloak, contains
more coin than thou hast told us of."</p>
<p>"It is the good knight my master's," answered Gurth, "of which, assuredly,
I would not have spoken a word, had you been satisfied with working your
will upon mine own property."</p>
<p>"Thou art an honest fellow," replied the robber, "I warrant thee; and we
worship not St Nicholas so devoutly but what thy thirty zecchins may yet
escape, if thou deal uprightly with us. Meantime render up thy trust for a
time." So saying, he took from Gurth's breast the large leathern pouch, in
which the purse given him by Rebecca was enclosed, as well as the rest of
the zecchins, and then continued his interrogation.—"Who is thy
master?"</p>
<p>"The Disinherited Knight," said Gurth.</p>
<p>"Whose good lance," replied the robber, "won the prize in to-day's
tourney? What is his name and lineage?"</p>
<p>"It is his pleasure," answered Gurth, "that they be concealed; and from
me, assuredly, you will learn nought of them."</p>
<p>"What is thine own name and lineage?"</p>
<p>"To tell that," said Gurth, "might reveal my master's."</p>
<p>"Thou art a saucy groom," said the robber, "but of that anon. How comes
thy master by this gold? is it of his inheritance, or by what means hath
it accrued to him?"</p>
<p>"By his good lance," answered Gurth.—"These bags contain the ransom
of four good horses, and four good suits of armour."</p>
<p>"How much is there?" demanded the robber.</p>
<p>"Two hundred zecchins."</p>
<p>"Only two hundred zecchins!" said the bandit; "your master hath dealt
liberally by the vanquished, and put them to a cheap ransom. Name those
who paid the gold."</p>
<p>Gurth did so.</p>
<p>"The armour and horse of the Templar Brian de Bois-Guilbert, at what
ransom were they held?—Thou seest thou canst not deceive me."</p>
<p>"My master," replied Gurth, "will take nought from the Templar save his
life's-blood. They are on terms of mortal defiance, and cannot hold
courteous intercourse together."</p>
<p>"Indeed!"—repeated the robber, and paused after he had said the
word. "And what wert thou now doing at Ashby with such a charge in thy
custody?"</p>
<p>"I went thither to render to Isaac the Jew of York," replied Gurth, "the
price of a suit of armour with which he fitted my master for this
tournament."</p>
<p>"And how much didst thou pay to Isaac?—Methinks, to judge by weight,
there is still two hundred zecchins in this pouch."</p>
<p>"I paid to Isaac," said the Saxon, "eighty zecchins, and he restored me a
hundred in lieu thereof."</p>
<p>"How! what!" exclaimed all the robbers at once; "darest thou trifle with
us, that thou tellest such improbable lies?"</p>
<p>"What I tell you," said Gurth, "is as true as the moon is in heaven. You
will find the just sum in a silken purse within the leathern pouch, and
separate from the rest of the gold."</p>
<p>"Bethink thee, man," said the Captain, "thou speakest of a Jew—of an
Israelite,—as unapt to restore gold, as the dry sand of his deserts
to return the cup of water which the pilgrim spills upon them."</p>
<p>"There is no more mercy in them," said another of the banditti, "than in
an unbribed sheriffs officer."</p>
<p>"It is, however, as I say," said Gurth.</p>
<p>"Strike a light instantly," said the Captain; "I will examine this said
purse; and if it be as this fellow says, the Jew's bounty is little less
miraculous than the stream which relieved his fathers in the wilderness."</p>
<p>A light was procured accordingly, and the robber proceeded to examine the
purse. The others crowded around him, and even two who had hold of Gurth
relaxed their grasp while they stretched their necks to see the issue of
the search. Availing himself of their negligence, by a sudden exertion of
strength and activity, Gurth shook himself free of their hold, and might
have escaped, could he have resolved to leave his master's property behind
him. But such was no part of his intention. He wrenched a quarter-staff
from one of the fellows, struck down the Captain, who was altogether
unaware of his purpose, and had well-nigh repossessed himself of the pouch
and treasure. The thieves, however, were too nimble for him, and again
secured both the bag and the trusty Gurth.</p>
<p>"Knave!" said the Captain, getting up, "thou hast broken my head; and with
other men of our sort thou wouldst fare the worse for thy insolence. But
thou shalt know thy fate instantly. First let us speak of thy master; the
knight's matters must go before the squire's, according to the due order
of chivalry. Stand thou fast in the meantime—if thou stir again,
thou shalt have that will make thee quiet for thy life—Comrades!" he
then said, addressing his gang, "this purse is embroidered with Hebrew
characters, and I well believe the yeoman's tale is true. The errant
knight, his master, must needs pass us toll-free. He is too like ourselves
for us to make booty of him, since dogs should not worry dogs where wolves
and foxes are to be found in abundance."</p>
<p>"Like us?" answered one of the gang; "I should like to hear how that is
made good."</p>
<p>"Why, thou fool," answered the Captain, "is he not poor and disinherited
as we are?—Doth he not win his substance at the sword's point as we
do?—Hath he not beaten Front-de-Boeuf and Malvoisin, even as we
would beat them if we could? Is he not the enemy to life and death of
Brian de Bois-Guilbert, whom we have so much reason to fear? And were all
this otherwise, wouldst thou have us show a worse conscience than an
unbeliever, a Hebrew Jew?"</p>
<p>"Nay, that were a shame," muttered the other fellow; "and yet, when I
served in the band of stout old Gandelyn, we had no such scruples of
conscience. And this insolent peasant,—he too, I warrant me, is to
be dismissed scatheless?"</p>
<p>"Not if THOU canst scathe him," replied the Captain.—"Here, fellow,"
continued he, addressing Gurth, "canst thou use the staff, that thou
starts to it so readily?"</p>
<p>"I think," said Gurth, "thou shouldst be best able to reply to that
question."</p>
<p>"Nay, by my troth, thou gavest me a round knock," replied the Captain; "do
as much for this fellow, and thou shalt pass scot-free; and if thou dost
not—why, by my faith, as thou art such a sturdy knave, I think I
must pay thy ransom myself.—Take thy staff, Miller," he added, "and
keep thy head; and do you others let the fellow go, and give him a staff—there
is light enough to lay on load by."</p>
<p>The two champions being alike armed with quarter-staves, stepped forward
into the centre of the open space, in order to have the full benefit of
the moonlight; the thieves in the meantime laughing, and crying to their
comrade, "Miller! beware thy toll-dish." The Miller, on the other hand,
holding his quarter-staff by the middle, and making it flourish round his
head after the fashion which the French call "faire le moulinet",
exclaimed boastfully, "Come on, churl, an thou darest: thou shalt feel the
strength of a miller's thumb!"</p>
<p>"If thou be'st a miller," answered Gurth, undauntedly, making his weapon
play around his head with equal dexterity, "thou art doubly a thief, and
I, as a true man, bid thee defiance."</p>
<p>So saying, the two champions closed together, and for a few minutes they
displayed great equality in strength, courage, and skill, intercepting and
returning the blows of their adversary with the most rapid dexterity,
while, from the continued clatter of their weapons, a person at a distance
might have supposed that there were at least six persons engaged on each
side. Less obstinate, and even less dangerous combats, have been described
in good heroic verse; but that of Gurth and the Miller must remain unsung,
for want of a sacred poet to do justice to its eventful progress. Yet,
though quarter-staff play be out of date, what we can in prose we will do
for these bold champions.</p>
<p>Long they fought equally, until the Miller began to lose temper at finding
himself so stoutly opposed, and at hearing the laughter of his companions,
who, as usual in such cases, enjoyed his vexation. This was not a state of
mind favourable to the noble game of quarter-staff, in which, as in
ordinary cudgel-playing, the utmost coolness is requisite; and it gave
Gurth, whose temper was steady, though surly, the opportunity of acquiring
a decided advantage, in availing himself of which he displayed great
mastery.</p>
<p>The Miller pressed furiously forward, dealing blows with either end of his
weapon alternately, and striving to come to half-staff distance, while
Gurth defended himself against the attack, keeping his hands about a yard
asunder, and covering himself by shifting his weapon with great celerity,
so as to protect his head and body. Thus did he maintain the defensive,
making his eye, foot, and hand keep true time, until, observing his
antagonist to lose wind, he darted the staff at his face with his left
hand; and, as the Miller endeavoured to parry the thrust, he slid his
right hand down to his left, and with the full swing of the weapon struck
his opponent on the left side of the head, who instantly measured his
length upon the green sward.</p>
<p>"Well and yeomanly done!" shouted the robbers; "fair play and Old England
for ever! The Saxon hath saved both his purse and his hide, and the Miller
has met his match."</p>
<p>"Thou mayst go thy ways, my friend," said the Captain, addressing Gurth,
in special confirmation of the general voice, "and I will cause two of my
comrades to guide thee by the best way to thy master's pavilion, and to
guard thee from night-walkers that might have less tender consciences than
ours; for there is many one of them upon the amble in such a night as
this. Take heed, however," he added sternly; "remember thou hast refused
to tell thy name—ask not after ours, nor endeavour to discover who
or what we are; for, if thou makest such an attempt, thou wilt come by
worse fortune than has yet befallen thee."</p>
<p>Gurth thanked the Captain for his courtesy, and promised to attend to his
recommendation. Two of the outlaws, taking up their quarter-staves, and
desiring Gurth to follow close in the rear, walked roundly forward along a
by-path, which traversed the thicket and the broken ground adjacent to it.
On the very verge of the thicket two men spoke to his conductors, and
receiving an answer in a whisper, withdrew into the wood, and suffered
them to pass unmolested. This circumstance induced Gurth to believe both
that the gang was strong in numbers, and that they kept regular guards
around their place of rendezvous.</p>
<p>When they arrived on the open heath, where Gurth might have had some
trouble in finding his road, the thieves guided him straight forward to
the top of a little eminence, whence he could see, spread beneath him in
the moonlight, the palisades of the lists, the glimmering pavilions
pitched at either end, with the pennons which adorned them fluttering in
the moonbeams, and from which could be heard the hum of the song with
which the sentinels were beguiling their night-watch.</p>
<p>Here the thieves stopt.</p>
<p>"We go with you no farther," said they; "it were not safe that we should
do so.—Remember the warning you have received—keep secret what
has this night befallen you, and you will have no room to repent it—neglect
what is now told you, and the Tower of London shall not protect you
against our revenge."</p>
<p>"Good night to you, kind sirs," said Gurth; "I shall remember your orders,
and trust that there is no offence in wishing you a safer and an honester
trade."</p>
<p>Thus they parted, the outlaws returning in the direction from whence they
had come, and Gurth proceeding to the tent of his master, to whom,
notwithstanding the injunction he had received, he communicated the whole
adventures of the evening.</p>
<p>The Disinherited Knight was filled with astonishment, no less at the
generosity of Rebecca, by which, however, he resolved he would not profit,
than that of the robbers, to whose profession such a quality seemed
totally foreign. His course of reflections upon these singular
circumstances was, however, interrupted by the necessity for taking
repose, which the fatigue of the preceding day, and the propriety of
refreshing himself for the morrow's encounter, rendered alike
indispensable.</p>
<p>The knight, therefore, stretched himself for repose upon a rich couch with
which the tent was provided; and the faithful Gurth, extending his hardy
limbs upon a bear-skin which formed a sort of carpet to the pavilion, laid
himself across the opening of the tent, so that no one could enter without
awakening him.</p>
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