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and baffles the prophet. Our conduct of life, our judgment of the world is more dependent upon the height of the mercury and direction of the wind than many doctors and divines would allow. The state of the sky rules the procedure of man upon the earth. It is the deluge' which marks the earliest record of Almighty Nemesis, and the 'sun' which illustrates the excellence of righteousness and revelation. The mere thought of seasonable weather,' moreover, opens our minds to the perception of fitness and choice in using the manifold opportunities which are provided in our course. As the farmer makes hay while the sun shines, so in a hundred ways we are called to watch for and use openings for action of any kind, or hold our hands in the presence of signs that are ominous. The uncertainty of the weather, too, suggests the caution with which we forecast the possibilities of the future, and has created the maxim of the thrifty man who lays up against a rainy day. What I have said only touches the fringe of comment which it suggests, but of all subjects none are perhaps more prolific in the lessons of life than the weather, which in the main is always seasonable, but in the perception of which depends to a greater extent than many like to admit the success of our work, whether it be in providing the food of man, or illustrating that just judgment which is required in whatever we have to do,

192

THE WHITE COMPANY.

BY A. CONAN DOYLE,

AUTHOR OF MICAH CLARKE.'

CHAPTER XXI.

HOW AGOSTINO PISANO RISKED HIS HEAD.

EVEN the squires' table at the Abbey of St. Andrew's at Bordeaux was on a very sumptuous scale while the prince held his court there. Here first, after the meagre fare of Beaulieu and the stinted board of the Lady Loring, Alleyne learned the lengths to which luxury and refinement might be pushed. Roasted peacocks, with the feathers all carefully replaced, so that the bird lay upon the dish even as it had strutted in life, boars' heads with the tusks gilded and the mouth lined with silver foil, jellies in the shape of the Twelve Apostles, and a great pasty which formed an exact model of the king's new castle at Windsor-these were a few of the strange dishes which faced him. An archer had brought him a change of clothes from the cog, and he had already, with the elasticity of youth, shaken off the troubles and fatigues of the morning. A page from the inner banqueting-hall had come with word that their master intended to drink wine at the lodgings of the Lord Chandos that night, and that he desired his squires to sleep at the hotel of the 'Half Moon,' on the Rue des Apôtres. Thither, then, they both set out in the twilight after the long course of juggling tricks and glee-singing with which the principal meal was concluded.

A thin rain was falling as the two youths, with their cloaks over their heads, made their way on foot through the streets of the old town, leaving their horses in the royal stables. An occasional oil lamp at the corner of a street, or in the portico of some wealthy burgher, threw a faint glimmer over the shining cobblestones and the varied motley crowd who, in spite of the weather, ebbed and flowed along every highway. In those scattered circles of dim radiance might be seen the whole busy panorama of life in a wealthy and martial city. Here passed the round-faced burgher, swollen with prosperity, his sweeping dark-clothed gaberdine, flat

velvet cap, broad leather belt and dangling pouch all speaking of comfort and of wealth. Behind him his serving-wench, her blue wimple over her head, and one hand thrust forth to bear the lanthorn which threw a golden bar of light along her master's path. Behind them a group of swaggering half-drunken Yorkshire dalesmen, speaking a dialect which their own southland countrymen could scarce comprehend, their jerkins marked with the pelican, which showed that they had come over in the train of the north-country Stapletons. The burgher glanced back at their fierce faces and quickened his step, while the girl pulled her wimple closer round her; for there was a meaning in their wild eyes, as they stared at the purse and the maiden, which men of all tongues could understand. Then came archers of the guard, shrill-voiced women of the camp, English pages with their fair skins and blue wondering eyes, dark-robed friars, lounging men-at-arms, swarthy loud-tongued Gascon serving-men, seamen from the river, rude peasants of the Médoc, and becloaked and befeathered squires of the court, all jostling and pushing in an ever-changing many-coloured stream; while English, French, Welsh, Basque, and the varied dialects of Gascony and Guienne filled the air with their babel. From time to time the throng would be burst asunder and a lady's horse-litter would trot past towards the abbey, or there would come a knot of torch-bearing archers walking in front of Gascon baron or English knight, as he sought his lodgings after the palace revels. Clatter of hoofs, clinking of weapons, shouts from the drunken brawlers and high laughter of women, they all rose up, like the mist from a marsh, out of the crowded streets of the dim-lit city.

One couple out of the moving throng especially engaged the attention of the two young squires, the more so as they were going in their own direction and immediately in front of them. They consisted of a man and a girl, the former very tall with rounded shoulders, a limp of one foot, and a large flat object covered with dark cloth under his arm. His companion was young and straight, with a quick elastic step and graceful bearing, though so swathed in a black mantle that little could be seen of her face save a flash of dark eyes and a curve of raven hair. The tall man leaned heavily upon her to take the weight off his tender foot, while he held his burden betwixt himself and the wall, cuddling it jealously to his side, and thrusting forward his young companion to act as a buttress whenever the pressure of the crowd threatened to bear him away.

The evident anxiety of the man, the appearance of his attendant, and the joint care with which they defended their concealed possession, excited the interest of the two young Englishmen who walked within hand-touch of them.

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'Courage, child!' they heard the tall man exclaim in strange hybrid French. If we can win another sixty paces we are safe.'

'Hold it safe, father,' the other answered, in the same soft, mincing dialect. We have no cause for fear.'

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'Verily, they are heathens and barbarians,' cried the man; 'mad, howling, drunken barbarians! Forty more paces, Tita mia, and I swear to the holy Eloi, patron of all learned craftsmen, that I will never set foot over my door again until the whole swarm are safely hived in their camp of Dax, or wherever else they curse with their presence. Twenty more paces, my treasure! Ah, my God! how they push and brawl! Get in their way, Tita mia! Put your little elbow bravely out! Set your shoulders squarely against them, girl! Why should you give way to these mad islanders? Ah, cospetto! we are ruined and destroyed!'

The crowd had thickened in front, so that the lame man and the girl had come to a stand. Several half-drunken English archers, attracted, as the squires had been, by their singular appearance, were facing towards them, and peering at them through the dim light.

'By the three kings!' cried one, 'here is an old dotard shrew to have so goodly a crutch! Use the leg that God hath given you, man, and do not bear so heavily upon the wench.'

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'Twenty devils fly away with him!' shouted another. What, how, man! are brave archers to go maidless while an old man uses one as a walking-staff?'

'Come with me, my honey-bird!' cried a third, plucking at the girl's mantle.

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"Nay, with me, my heart's desire!' said the first. St. George! our life is short, and we should be merry while we may. May I never see Chester Bridge again, if she is not a right winsome lass!'

'What hath the old toad under his arm?' cried one of the others. 'He hugs it to him as the devil hugged the pardoner.'

'Let us see, old bag of bones; let us see what it is that you have under your arm!' They crowded in upon him, while he, ignorant of their language, could but clutch the girl with one hand

and the parcel with the other, looking wildly about in search of help.

'Nay, lads, nay!' cried Ford, pushing back the nearest archer. 'This is but scurvy conduct. Keep your hands off, or it will be the worse for you.'

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'Keep your tongue still, or it will be the worse for you,' shouted the most drunken of the archers. Who are you to spoil sport?'

'A raw squire, new landed,' said another. "By St. Thomas of Kent! we are at the beck of our master, but we are not to be ordered by every babe whose mother hath sent him as far as Aquitaine.'

'Oh, gentlemen,' cried the girl in broken French, for dear Christ's sake stand by us, and do not let these terrible men do us an injury.'

'Have no fears, lady,' Alleyne answered. We shall see that all is well with you. Take your hand from the girl's wrist, you north-country rogue!'

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'Hold to her, Wat!' said a great black-bearded man-at-arms, whose steel breast-plate glimmered in the dusk. Keep your hands from your bodkins, you two, for that was my trade before you were born, and, by God's soul! I will drive a handful of steel through you if you move a finger.'

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'Thank God!' said Alleyne suddenly, as he spied in the lamplight a shock of blazing red hair which fringed a steel cap high above the heads of the crowd. Here is John, and Aylward, too! Help us, comrades, for there is wrong being done to this maid and to the old man.'

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'Holà, mon petit,' said the old bowman, pushing his way through the crowd, with the huge forester at his heels. What is all this, then? By the twang of string! I think that you will have some work upon your hands if you are to right all the wrongs that you may see upon this side of the water. It is not to be thought that a troop of bowmen, with the wine buzzing in their ears, will be as soft-spoken as so many young clerks in an orchard. When you have been a year with the Company you will think less of such matters. But what is amiss here? The provost-marshal with his archers is coming this way, and some of you may find yourselves in the stretch-neck, if you take not heed.'

"Why, it is old Sam Aylward of the White Company!' shouted the man-at-arms.' 'Why, Samkin, what hath come upon thee? I

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