When she awoke, the day was far advanced, but still old Tristram had not returned; and with a heavy heart she set about her household concerns.The thought, however, of her anticipated visit to the castle speedily dispelled her anxiety, and she began to make preparations for setting out, attiring herself with unusual care.Bouchier had not experienced much difficulty in persuading her to obey the king's behest, and by his artful representations he had likewise induced her grandfather to give his consent to the visit--the old forester only stipulating that she should be escorted there and back by a falconer, named Nicholas Clamp, in whom he could put trust; to which proposition Bouchier readily assented.
At length five o'clock, the appointed hour, arrived, and with it came Nicholas Clamp.He was a tall, middle-aged man, with yellow hair, clipped closely over his brows, and a beard and moustaches to match.
His attire resembled that of a keeper of the forest, and consisted of a doublet and hose of green cloth; but he did not carry a bugle or hunting-knife.His sole weapon was a stout quarter-staff.After some little hesitation Mabel consented to accompany the falconer, and they set forth together.
The evening was delightful, and their way through the woods was marked by numberless points of beauty.Mabel said little, for her thoughts were running upon her grandfather, and upon his prolonged and mysterious absence; but the falconer talked of the damage done by the thunderstorm, which he declared was the most awful he had ever witnessed; and he pointed out to her several trees struck by the lightning.Proceeding in this way, they gained a road leading from Blacknest, when, from behind a large oak, the trunk of which had concealed him from view, Morgan Fenwolf started forth, and planted himself in their path.The gear of the proscribed keeper was wild and ragged, his locks matted and disordered, his demeanour savage, and his whole appearance forbidding and alarming.
"I have been waiting for you for some time, Mabel Lyndwood," he said.
"You must go with me to your grandfather.""My grandfather would never send you for me," replied Mabel; "but if he did, I will not trust myself with you.""The saints preserve us!" cried Nicholas Clamp."Can I believe my eyes!--do I behold Morgan Fenwolf!""Come with me, Mabel," cried Fenwolf, disregarding him.
But she returned a peremptory refusal.
"She shall not stir an inch! " cried the falconer."It is thou, Morgan Fenwolf, who must go with me.Thou art a proscribed felon, and thy life is forfeit to the king.Yield thee, dog, as my prisoner!""Thy prisoner!" echoed Fenwolf scornfully."It would take three such as thou art to make me captive! Mabel Lyndwood, in your grandfather's name, I command you to come with me, and let Nick Clamp look to himself if he dares to hinder you.""Nick will do something more than hinder her," rejoined the falconer, brandishing his staff, and rushing upon the other."Felon hound! Icommand thee to yield!"
Before the falconer could reach him, Morgan Fenwolf plucked a long hunting-knife from his girdle, and made a desperate stab at his assailant.But Clamp avoided the blow, and striking Fenwolf on the shins, immediately afterwards closed with him.
The result was still doubtful, when the struggle was suddenly interrupted by the trampling of horse approaching from the side of Windsor; and at the sound Morgan Fenwolf disengaged himself from his antagonist and plunged into the adjoining wood.The next moment Captain Bouchier rode up, followed by a small band of halberdiers, and receiving information from the falconer of what had occurred, darted with his men into the wood in search of the fugitive.Nicholas Clamp and his companion did not await the issue of the search, but proceeded on their way.
As they walked at a brisk pace, they reached the long avenue in about half-an-hour, and took their way down it.When within a mile of the castle they were overtaken by Bouchier and his followers, and the falconer was much disappointed to learn that they had failed in tracking Morgan Fenwolf to his lair.After addressing a few complimentary words to the maiden, Bouchier rode on.
Soon after this the pair quitted the great park, and passing through a row of straggling houses, divided by gardens and closes, which skirted the foot of Castle Hill, presently reached the lower gate.They were admitted without difficulty; but just as they entered the lower ward the falconer was hailed by Shoreditch and Paddington, who at the moment issued from the doorway of the guard-room.
Clamp obeyed the call and went towards them, and it was evident, from the gestures of the archers, that they were making inquiries about Mabel, whose appearance seemed to interest them greatly.After a brief conversation with the falconer they approached her, and, respectfully addressing her, begged leave to attend her to the royal lodgings, whither they understood she was going.No objection being made to the proposal by Mabel, the party directed their course towards the middle ward.
Passing through the gateway of the Norman Tower, they stopped before a low portal in a picturesque Gothic wing of the castle, with projecting walls and bay-windows, which had been erected in the preceding reign of Henry the Seventh, and was consequently still in all its freshness and beauty.
IV How Mabel was received by the Party in the Kitchen--And of the Quarrel between the two Jesters.
