"Hallo! stop! you are mad to spoil the meat.""I took it for a robber," said Gerard, panting."I mean, I had made ready for a robber, so I could not hold my hand.""Ay, these chattering travellers have stuffed your head full of thieves and assassins; they have not got a real live robber in their whole nation.Nay, I'll carry the beast; bear thou my crossbow.""We will carry it by turns, then," said Gerard, "for 'tis a heavy load: poor thing, how its blood drips.Why did we slay it?""For supper and the reward the baillie of the next town shall give us.""And for that it must die, when it had but just begun to live; and perchance it hath a mother that will miss it sore this night, and loves it as ours love us; more than mine does me.""What, know you not that his mother was caught in a pitfall last month, and her skin is now at the tanner's? and his father was stuck full of cloth-yard shafts t'other day, and died like Julius Caesar, with his hands folded on his bosom, and a dead dog in each of them?"But Gerard would not view it jestingly."Why, then," said he, "we have killed one of God's creatures that was all alone in the world-as I am this day, in this strange land.""You young milksop," roared Denys, "these things must not be looked at so, or not another bow would be drawn nor quarrel fly in forest nor battlefield.Why, one of your kidney consorting with a troop of pikemen should turn them to a row of milk-pails; it is ended, to Rome thou goest not alone, for never wouldst thou reach the Alps in a whole skin.I take thee to Remiremont, my native place, and there I marry thee to my young sister, she is blooming as a peach.Thou shakest thy head? ah! I forgot; thou lovest elsewhere, and art a one woman man, a creature to me scarce conceivable.Well then I shall find thee, not a wife, nor a leman, but a friend; some honest Burgundian who shall go with thee as far as Lyons; and much I doubt that honest fellow will be myself, into whose liquor thou has dropped sundry powders to make me love thee;for erst I endured not doves in doublet and hose.From Lyons, Isay, I can trust thee by ship to Italy, which being by all accounts the very stronghold of milksops, thou wilt there be safe:
they will hear thy words, and make thee their duke in a twinkling."Gerard sighed."In sooth I love not to think of this Dusseldorf, where we are to part company, good friend."They walked silently, each thinking of the separation at hand; the thought checked trifling conversation, and at these moments it is a relief to do something, however insignificant.Gerard asked Denys to lend him a bolt."I have often shot with a long bow, but never with one of these!""Draw thy knife and cut this one out of the cub," said Denys slily.
"Nay, Day, I want a clean one."
Denys gave him three out of his quiver.
Gerard strung the bow, and levelled it at a bough that had fallen into the road at some distance.The power of the instrument surprised him; the short but thick steel bow jarred him to the very heel as it went off, and the swift steel shaft was invisible in its passage; only the dead leaves, with which November had carpeted the narrow road, flew about on the other side of the bough.
"Ye aimed a thought too high," said Denys.
"What a deadly thing! no wonder it is driving out the longbow - to Martin's much discontent.""Ay, lad," said Denys triumphantly, "it gains ground every day, in spite of their laws and their proclamations to keep up the yewen bow, because forsooth their grandsires shot with it, knowing no better.You see, Gerard, war is not pastime.Men will shoot at their enemies with the hittingest arm and the killingest, not with the longest and missingest.""Then these new engines I hear of will put both bows down; for these with a pinch of black dust, and a leaden ball, and a child's finger, shall slay you Mars and Goliath, and the Seven Champions.""Pooh! pooh!" said Denys warmly; "petrone nor harquebuss shall ever put down Sir Arbalest.Why, we can shoot ten times while they are putting their charcoal and their lead into their leathern smoke belchers, and then kindling their matches.All that is too fumbling for the field of battle; there a soldier's weapon needs be aye ready, like his heart."Gerard did not answer, for his ear was attracted by a sound behind them.It was a peculiar sound, too, like something heavy, but not hard, rushing softly over the dead leaves.He turned round with some little curiosity.A colossal creature was coming down the road at about sixty paces' distance.
He looked at it in a sort of calm stupor at first, but the next moment, he turned ashy pale.
"Denys!" he cried."Oh, God! Denys!"
Denys whirled round.
It was a bear as big as a cart-horse.
It was tearing along with its huge head down, running on a hot scent.
The very moment he saw it Denys said in a sickening whisper-"THE CUB!"
Oh! the concentrated horror of that one word, whispered hoarsely, with dilating eyes! For in that syllable it all flashed upon them both like a sudden stroke of lightning in the dark - the bloody trail, the murdered cub, the mother upon them, and it.DEATH.
All this in a moment of time.The next, she saw them.Huge as she was, she seemed to double herself (it was her long hair bristling with rage): she raised her head big as a hull's, her swine-shaped jaws opened wide at them, her eyes turned to blood and flame, and she rushed upon them, scattering the leaves about her like a whirlwind as she came.
"Shoot!" screamed Denys, but Gerard stood shaking from head to foot, useless.
