Hereward, the Last of the English

  CHAPTER XV.

  HOW EARL TOSTI GODWINSSON CAME TO ST. OMER.

  The winter passed in sweet madness; and for the first time in her life,Torfrida regretted the lengthening of the days, and the flowering of theprimroses, and the return of the now needless wryneck; for they warnedher that Hereward must forth again, to the wars in Scaldmariland, whichhad broken out again, as was to be expected, as soon as Count Robert andhis bride had turned their backs.

  And Hereward, likewise, for the first time in his life, was loath to goto war. He was, doubtless, rich enough in this world's goods. Torfridaherself was rich, and seems to have had the disposal of her ownproperty, for her mother is not mentioned in connection therewith.Hereward seems to have dwelt in her house at St. Omer as long as heremained in Flanders. He had probably amassed some treasure of his ownby the simple, but then most aristocratic, method of plunder. He had,too, probably, grants of land in Holland from the Frison, the rentswhereof were not paid as regularly as might be. Moreover, as "_MagisterMilitum_," ("Master of the Knights,") he had, it is likely, pay as wellas honor. And he approved himself worthy of his good fortune. He keptforty gallant housecarles in his hall all the winter, and Torfrida andher lasses made and mended their clothes. He gave large gifts to theAbbey of St. Bertin; and had masses sung for the souls of all whom hehad slain, according to a rough list which he furnished,--bidding themonks not to be chary of two or three masses extra at times, as hismemory was short, and he might have sent more souls to purgatory thanhe had recollected. He gave great alms at his door to all the poor. Hebefriended, especially, all shipwrecked and needy mariners, feedingand clothing them, and begging their freedom as a gift from Baldwin.He feasted the knights of the neighborhood, who since his baresarkcampaign, had all vowed him the most gallant of warriors, and since hisaccession of wealth, the most courteous of gentlemen; and so all wentmerrily, as it is written, "As long as thou doest well unto thyself, menwill speak well of thee."

  So he would have fain stayed at home at St. Omer; but he was Robert'sman, and his good friend likewise; and to the wars he must go forth oncemore; and for eight or nine weary months Torfrida was alone: but veryhappy, for a certain reason of her own.

  At last the short November days came round; and a joyful woman was fairTorfrida, when Martin Lightfoot ran into the hall, and throwing himselfdown on the rushes like a dog, announced that Hereward and his men wouldbe home before noon, and then fell fast asleep.

  There was bustling to and fro of her and her maids; decking of the hallin the best hangings; strewing of fresh rushes, to the dislodgementof Martin; setting out of square tables, and stoops and mugs thereon;cooking of victuals, broaching of casks; and above all, for Hereward'sself, heating of much water, and setting out, in the inner chamber, ofthe great bath-tub and bath-sheet, which was the special delight of ahero fresh from the war.

  And by midday the streets of St. Omer rang with clank and tramp andtrumpet-blare, and in marched Hereward and all his men, and swung roundthrough the gateway into the court, where Torfrida stood to welcomethem, as fair as day, a silver stirrup-cup in her hand. And while themen were taking off their harness and dressing their horses, she andHereward went in together, and either took such joy of the other, that ayear's parting was forgot in a minute's meeting.

  "Now," cried she, in a tone half of triumph, half of tenderness, "lookthere!"

  "A cradle? And a baby?"

  "Your baby."

  "Is it a boy?" asked Hereward, who saw in his mind's eye a thing whichwould grow and broaden at his knee year by year, and learn from him toride, to shoot, to fight. "Happy for him if he does not learn worsefrom me," thought Hereward, with a sudden movement of humility andcontrition, which was surely marked in heaven; for Torfrida marked it onearth.

  But she mistook its meaning.

  "Do not be vexed. It is a girl."

  "Never mind!" as if it was a calamity over which he was bound to comfortthe mother. "If she is half as beautiful as you look at this moment,what splintering of lances there will be about her! How jolly, to seethe lads hewing at each other, while our daughter sits in the pavilion,as Queen of Love!"

  Torfrida laughed. "You think of nothing but fighting, bear of the NorthSeas."

  "Every one to his trade. Well, yes, I am glad that it is a girl."

  "I thought you seemed vexed. Why did you cross yourself?"

  "Because I thought to myself, how unfit I was to bring up a boy to besuch a knight as--as you would have him; how likely I was, ere all wasover, to make him as great a ruffian as myself."

  "Hereward! Hereward!" and she threw her arms round his neck for thetenth time. "Blessed be you for those words! Those are the fears whichnever come true, for they bring down from heaven the grace of God, toguard the humble and contrite heart from that which it fears."

  "Ah, Torfrida, I wish I were as good as you!"

  "Now--my joy and my life, my hero and my scald--I have great news foryou, as well as a little baby. News from England."

  "You, and a baby over and above, are worth all England to me."

  "But listen: Edward the king is dead!"

  "Then there is one fool less on earth; and one saint more, I suppose, inheaven."

  "And Harold Godwinsson is king in his stead. And he has married yourniece Aldytha, and sworn friendship with her brothers."

  "I expected no less. Well, every dog has his day."

  "And his will be a short one. William of Normandy has sworn to drive himout."

  "Then he will do it. And so the poor little Swan-neck is packed intoa convent, that the houses of Godwin and Leofric may rush into eachother's arms, and perish together! Fools, fools, fools! I will hear nomore of such a mad world. My queen, tell me about your sweet self. Whatis all this to me? Am I not a wolf's head, and a landless man?"

  "O my king, have not the stars told me that you will be an earl and aruler of men, when all your foes are wolves' heads as you are now? Andthe weird is coming true already. Tosti Godwinsson is in the town atthis moment, an outlaw and a wolf's head himself."

  Hereward laughed a great laugh.

  "Aha! Every man to his right place at last. Tell me about that, for itwill amuse me. I have heard naught of him since he sent the king hisHereford thralls' arms and legs in the pickle-barrels; to show him, hesaid, that there was plenty of cold meat on his royal demesnes."

  "You have not heard, then, how he murdered in his own chamber at York,Gamel Ormsson and Ulf Dolfinsson?"

  "That poor little lad? Well, a gracious youth was Tosti, ever since hewent to kill his brother Harold with teeth and claws, like a wolf; andas he grows in years, he grows in grace. But what said Ulf's father andthe Gospatricks?"

  "Dolfin and young Gospatrick were I know not where. But old Gospatrickcame down to Westminster, to demand law for his grandnephew's blood."

  "A silly thing of the old Thane, to walk into the wolf's den."

  "And so he found. He was stabbed there, three days after Christmas-tide,and men say that Queen Edith did it, for love of Tosti, her brother.Then Dolfin and young Gospatrick took to the sea, and away to Scotland:and so Tosti rid himself of all the good blood in the North, exceptyoung Waltheof Siwardsson, whose turn, I fear, will come next."

  "How comes he here, then?"

  "The Northern men rose at that, killed his servant at York, took all histreasures, and marched down to Northampton, plundering and burning. Theywould have marched on London town, if Harold had not met them there fromthe king. There they cried out against Tosti, and all his taxes, and hismurders, and his changing Canute's laws, and would have young Morcarfor their earl. A tyrant they would not endure. Free they were born andbred, they said, and free they would live and die. Harold must needs dojustice, even on his own brother."

  "Especially when he knows that that brother is his worst foe."

  "Harold is a better man than you take him for, my Hereward. But be thatas it may, Morcar is earl, and Tosti outlawed, and here in St. Omer,with wife and child."

  "My nephe
w Earl of Northumbria! As I might have been, if I had been awiser man."

  "If you had, you would never have found me."

  "True, my queen! They say Heaven tempers the wind to the shorn lamb; butit tempers it too, sometimes, to the hobbled ass; and so it has done byme. And so the rogues have fallen out, and honest men may come by theirown. For, as the Northern men have done by one brother, so will theEastern men do by the other. Let Harold see how many of those fatLincolnshire manors, which he has seized into his own hands, he holds bythis day twelve months. But what is all this to me, my queen, while youand I can kiss, and laugh the world to scorn?"

  "This to you, beloved, that, great as you are, Torfrida must haveyou greater still; and out of all this coil and confusion you may winsomething, if you be wise."

  "Sweet lips, be still, and let us love instead of plotting."

  "And this, too--you shall not stop my mouth--that Harold Godwinsson hassent a letter to you."

  "Harold Godwinsson is my very good lord," sneered Hereward.

  "And this it said, with such praises and courtesies concerning you, asmade thy wife's heart beat high with pride: 'If Hereward Leofricssonwill come home to England, he shall have his rights in law again, andhis manors in Lincolnshire, and a thanes-ship in East Anglia, andmanors for his men-at-arms; and if that be not enough, he shall have anearldom, as soon as there is one to give.'"

  "And what says to that, Torfrida, Hereward's queen?"

  "You will not be angry if I answered the letter for you?"

  "If you answered it one way,--no. If another,--yes."

  Torfrida trembled. Then she looked Hereward full in the face with herkeen clear eyes.

  "Now shall I see whether I have given myself to Hereward in vain,body and soul, or whether I have trained him to be my true and perfectknight."

  "You answered, then," said Hereward, "thus--"

  "Say on," said she, turning her face away again.

  "Hereward Leofricsson tells Harold Godwinsson that he is his equal, andnot his man; and that he will never put his hands between the hands of ason of Godwin. An Etheling born, a king of the house of Cerdic, outlawedhim from his right, and none but an Etheling born shall give him hisright again."

  "I said it, I said it. Those were my very words!" and Torfrida burstinto tears, while Hereward kissed her, almost fawned upon her, callingher his queen, his saga-wife, his guardian angel.

  "I was sorely tempted," sobbed she. "Sorely. To see you, rich and proud,upon your own lands, an earl may be,--may be, I thought at whiles, aking. But it could not be. It did not stand with honor, my hero,--notwith honor."

  "Not with honor. Get me gay garments out of the chest, and let us go inroyally, and royally feast my jolly riders."

  "Stay awhile," said she, kissing his head as she combed and curled hislong golden locks; and her own raven ones, hardly more beautiful,fell over them and mingled with them. "Stay awhile, my pride. There isanother spell in the wind, stirred up by devil or witch-wife, and itcomes from Tosti Godwinsson."

  "Tosti, the cold-meat butcher? What has he to say to me?"

  "This,--'If Hereward will come with me to William of Normandy, and helpus against Harold, the perjured, then will William do for him all thatHarold would have done, and more beside.'"

  "And what answered Torfrida?"

  "It was not so said to me that I could answer. I had it by a side-wind,through the Countess Judith." [Footnote: Tosti's wife, Earl Baldwin'sdaughter, sister of Matilda, William the Conqueror's wife.]

  "And she had it from her sister, Matilda."

  "And she, of course, from Duke William himself."

  "And what would you have answered, if you had answered, pretty one?"

  "Nay, I know not. I cannot be always queen. You must be king sometimes."

  Torfrida did not say that this latter offer had been a much sorertemptation than the former.

  "And has not the base-born Frenchman enough knights of his own, that heneeds the help of an outlaw like me?"

  "He asks for help from all the ends of the earth. He has sent thatLanfranc to the Pope; and there is talk of a sacred banner, and acrusade against England."

  "The monks are with him, then?" said Hereward. "That is one more countin their score. But I am no monk. I have shorn many a crown, but I havekept my own hair as yet, you see."

  "I do see," said she, playing with his locks. "But,--but he wants you.He has sent for Angevins, Poitevins, Bretons, Flemings,--promisinglands, rank, money, what not. Tosti is recruiting for him here inFlanders now. He will soon be off to the Orkneys, I suspect, or to Sweynin Denmark, after Vikings."

  "Here? Has Baldwin promised him men?"

  "What could the good old man do? He could not refuse his own son-in-law.This, at least, I know, that a messenger has gone off to Scotland, toGilbert of Ghent, to bring or send any bold Flemings who may prefer fatEngland to lean Scotland."

  "Lands, rank, money, eh? So he intends that the war should payitself--out of English purses. What answer would you have me make tothat, wife mine?"

  "The Duke is a terrible man. What if he conquers? And conquer he will."

  "Is that written in your stars?"

  "It is, I fear. And if he have the Pope's blessing, and the Pope'sbanner--Dare we resist the Holy Father?"

  "Holy step-father, you mean; for a step-father he seems to prove tomerry England. But do you really believe that an old man down in Italycan make a bit of rag conquer by saying a few prayers at it? If I am tobelieve in a magic flag, give me Harold Hardraade's Landcyda, at least,with Harold and his Norsemen behind it."

  "William's French are as good as those Norsemen, man for man; and horsedwithal, Hereward."

  "That may be," said he, half testily, with a curse on the tanner'sgrandson and his French popinjays, "and our Englishmen are as good asany two Norsemen, as the Norse themselves say." He could not divine, andTorfrida hardly liked to explain to him the glamour which the Duke ofNormandy had cast over her, as the representative of chivalry, learning,civilization, a new and nobler life for men than the world had yet seen;one which seemed to connect the young races of Europe with the wisdom ofthe ancients and the magic glories of old Imperial Rome.

  "You are not fair to that man," said she, after a while. "Hereward,Hereward, have I not told you how, though body be strong, mind isstronger? That is what that man knows; and therefore he has prospered.Therefore his realms are full of wise scholars, and thriving schools,and fair minsters, and his men are sober, and wise, and learned likeclerks--"

  "And false like clerks, as he is himself. Schoolcraft and honesty neverwent yet together, Torfrida--"

  "Not in me?"

  "You are not a clerk, you are a woman, and more, you are an elf, agoddess; there is none like you. But hearken to me. This man is false.All the world knows it."

  "He promises, they say, to govern England justly as King Edward's heir,according to the old laws and liberties of the realm."

  "Of course. If he does not come as the old monk's heir, how does hecome at all? If he does not promise our--their, I mean, for I am noEnglishman--laws and liberties, who will join him? But his riders andhirelings will not fight for nothing. They must be paid with Englishland, and English land they will have, for they will be his men, whoeverelse are not. They will be his darlings, his housecarles, his hawks tosit on his fist and fly at his game; and English bones will be pickedclean to feed them. And you would have me help to do that, Torfrida? Isthat the honor of which you spoke so boldly to Harold Godwinsson?"

  Torfrida was silent. To have brought Hereward under the influence ofWilliam was an old dream of hers. And yet she was proud at the dreambeing broken thus. And so she said:

  "You are right. It is better for you,--it is better than to be William'sdarling, and the greatest earl in his court,--to feel that you are stillan Englishman. Promise me but one thing, that you will make no fierce ordesperate answer to the Duke."

  "And why not answer the tanner as he deserves?"

  "Because my art, and m
y heart too, tells me that your fortunes andhis are linked together. I have studied my tables, but they would notanswer. Then I cast lots in Virgilius--"

  "And what found you there?" asked he, anxiously.

  "I opened at the lines,--

  'Pacem me exanimis et Martis sorte peremptis Oratis? Equidem et vivis concedere vellem.'"

  "And what means that?"

  "That you may have to pray him to pity the slain; and have for answer,that their lands may be yours if you will but make peace with him. Atleast, do not break hopelessly with that man. Above all, never use thatword concerning him which you used just now; the word which he neverforgives. Remember what he did to them of Alencon, when they hung rawhides over the wall, and cried, 'Plenty of work for the tanner!'"

  "Let him pick out the prisoners' eyes, and chop off their hands, andshoot them into the town from mangonels,--he must go far and thrive wellere I give him a chance of doing that by me."

  "Hereward, Hereward, my own! Boast not, but fear God. Who knows, in sucha world as this, to what end we may come? Night after night I am hauntedwith spectres, eyeless, handless--"

  "This is cold comfort for a man just out of hard fighting in theague-fens!"

  She threw her arms round him, and held him as if she would never let himgo.

  "When you die, I die. And you will not die: you will be great andglorious, and your name will be sung by scald and minstrel through manya land, far and wide. Only be not rash. Be not high-minded. Promise meto answer this man wisely. The more crafty he is, the more crafty mustyou be likewise."

  "Let us tell this mighty hero, then," said Hereward,--trying to laughaway her fears, and perhaps his own,--"that while he has the Holy Fatheron his side, he can need no help from a poor sinful worm like me."

  "Hereward, Hereward!"

  "Why, is there aught about hides in that?"

  "I want,--I want an answer which may not cut off all hope in case of theworst."

  "Then let us say boldly, 'On the day that William is King of allEngland, Hereward will come and put his hands between his, and be hisman.'"

  That message was sent to William at Rouen. He laughed,--

  "It is a fair challenge from a valiant man. The day shall come when Iwill claim it."

  Tosti and Hereward passed that winter in St. Omer, living in the samestreet, passing each other day by day, and never spoke a word one to theother.

  Robert the Frison heard of it, and tried to persuade Hereward.

  "Let him purge himself of the murder of Ulf, the boy, son of my friendDolfin; and after that, of Gamel, son of Orm; and after that, again, ofGospatrick, my father's friend, whom his sister slew for his sake;and then an honest man may talk with him. Were he not my good lord'sbrother-in-law, as he is, more's the pity, I would challenge him tofight _a l'outrance_, with any weapons he might choose."

  "Heaven protect him in that case," quoth Robert the Frison.

  "As it is, I will keep the peace. And I will see that my men keep thepeace, though there are Scarborough and Bamborough lads among them, wholong to cut his throat upon the streets. But more I will not do."

  So Tosti sulked through the winter at St. Omer, and then went off to gethelp from Sweyn, of Denmark, and failing that, from Harold Hardraade ofNorway. But how he sped there must be read in the words of a cunningersaga-man than this chronicler, even in those of the "Icelandic Homer,"Snorro Sturleson.