the caged lion-第38节
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But while Henry V。； with all his grave sweetness； spoke these words to Esclairmonde de Luxemburg； this was the farewell of Countess Jaqueline of Hainault to Malcolm Stewart：
'Look here； my languishing swain； never mind her scorn； but win your spurs in the battle that is to be； and then make some excuse to get back again to us before the two Kings； with all their scruples。 Then beshrew me but she shall be yours！ If Monseigneur de Therouenne and I cannot manage one proud girl； I am not Countess of Hainault！'
This promise sent him away； planning the enjoyment of conquering Esclairmonde's long resistance； and teaching her where to find happiness。 Should he punish her； by being stern and tyrannical at first？ or should his kindness teach her to repent？ When he was a knight； he would be in a condition to assert his authority； he thought； and of knighthood both he and Ralf Percy felt almost certain； in that wholesale dubbing of knights that was wont to be the preliminary of a battle。 To be sure； they had indulged in a good many unlicensed pleasures at ParisRalf from sheer reckless love of sport； Malcolm in his endeavour to forget himself； and to be manly； but they had escaped detection； and they knew plenty of young Englishmen； and many more Burgundians and Gascons； who had plunged far deeper into mischief； and thought it no disgrace； but rather held that there was some special dispensation for the benefit of warriors。
Malcolm and Ralf were riding with a party of these young men。 King Henry had consented to make his first day's journey as far as Corbeil in a litter； since only there he was to meet the larger number of his troops； whom Bedford and Warwick were assembling。 James was riding close beside him； with his immediate attendants； and the two youths； not being needed； had joined their comrades with the advanced guard of the escort。
It was always a fiction maintained by Henry； that he was marching in a friendly country； plunder was strictly forbidden； and everything was to be paid for； but unfortunately； the peasantry on his way never realized this； and the soldiery often took care they should not。 Therefore； when the advanced guard came to the village that had been marked out for their halt； instead of finding provisions and forage to be purchased； they met with only bare walls； and a few stray cats； and while storming and raving between hunger and disappointment； a report came from somewhere that the inhabitants had fled； and driven off their cattle to another village some four miles off； in the woods； on the heights above。 Of course； they must be taught reason。 It was true that the men…at…arms； who were under the command of Sir Christopher Kitson and Sir William Trenton； were obliged to abide where they were； much as Kitson growled at being unable to procure a draught of wine for Trenton； whom he had been nursing for weeks under intermitting fever； caught at Meaux； but the young gentlemen were well pleased to show themselves under no Yorkshireman's orders； and galloped off en masse to procure refreshment for their horses and themselves； further stimulated by the report that the Armagnacs had left a sick man behind them there； who might be a valuable prisoner。
By and by； a woodland path brought the disorderly party； about forty in number； including their servants and the ruffians who always followed whenever plunder was to be scented； out upon a pretty French village of the better class； built round a green shaded with chestnuts； under which； sure enough； were hay…carts； cows； sheep； and goats； and their owners； taking refuge in a place thought to be out of the track of the invaders。
Here were the malicious defrauders of the hungry warriors。 Down upon them flew the angry foragers。 Soon the pretty tranquil scene was ringing with the oaths of the plundering and the cries of the plundered； the cattle were being driven off； the houses and farm… yards rifled； blood was flowing； and what could not be carried off was burning。 The search for the Armagnac prisoner had； however； relaxed after the first inquiry； and Malcolm； surprised that this had been forgotten； suddenly bethought him of the distinction he should secure by sending a valuable prize to Esclairmonde's feet。 He seized on an old man who had not been able to fly； and stood trembling and panting in a corner； and demanded where the sick man was。 The old man pointed to a farm…house； round which clouds of smoke were rolling； and Malcolm hurried into it； shouting； 'Dog of an Armagnac； come out！ Yield； ere thou be burnt！'
No answer； and he dashed forward。 In the lower room was a sight that opened his eyes with horrorno other than the shield of Drummond； with the three wavy lines； ay； and with it the helmet and suit of armour； whereof he knew each buckle and brace！
'Patie！ Patrick！ Patrick Drummond！' he wildly shouted； 'are you there？'
No answer； and seeing through the smoke a stair； he rushed up。 There； in an upper room； on a bed； lay a senseless form； suffocated perhaps by the smoke； but unmistakably his cousin！ He called to him； seized him； shook him； dragged him out of bed； all in vain； there was no sign of animation。 The fire was gaining on the house； Malcolm's own breath was failing； and his frenzied efforts to carry Patrick's almost giant form to the stairs were quite unavailing。 Wild with horror； he flew shouting down…stairs to call Halbert； whom he had left with his horse； but neither Halbert nor horse was in sight； nor indeed any of the party。 Not a man was in sight； except a few hurrying far out of reach； as if something had alarmed them。 He wrung his hands in anguish； and was about to make another attempt to drag Patrick down from the already burning house； when suddenly a troop of horse was among the scene of desolation； and at their head King James himself。 Malcolm flew to the King； cutting short his angry exclamation with the cry； 'Help！ help！ he will burn！ Patrick！ Patie Drummond！ There！'
James had scarce gathered the sense of the words； ere； leaping from his horse； he bounded up the stairs； through the smoke； amid flakes of burning thatch falling from the roof； groped in the dense clouds of smoke for the senseless weight； and holding the shoulders while Malcolm held the feet； they sped down the stair； and rested not till they had laid him under a chestnut tree； out of reach of the crash of the house； which fell in almost instantly。
'Does he live？' gasped Malcolm。
'He will not；' said the King； 'if his nation be known here。 Keep out of his sight！ He must hear only French！'
Remembering how inexorably Henry hung every Scotch prisoner； Malcolm's heart sank。 This was why no one had sought the prisoner。 A Scot was not available for ransom！ Should he be the murderer of his cousin； Lily's love？
Meantime James hurriedly explained to Kitson that here was the sick man left by the enemy； summoned Sir Nigel to his side； closed his own visor； and called for water； then hung over the prisoner； anxious to prevent the first word from being broad Scotch。 In the free air； some long sobs showed that Patrick was struggling back to life； and James at once said； 'Rendez vous； Messire；' but he neither answered； nor was there meaning in his eyes。 And James perceived that he was bandaged as though for broken ribs； and that his right shoulder was dislocated； and no doubt had been a second time pulled out when Malcolm had grasped him by the arms。 He swooned again at the first attempt to lift him； and a hay…cart having been left in the flight of the marauders； he was laid in it； and covered with the King's cloak； to be conveyed to Corbeil； where James trusted to secure his life by personal intercession with Henry。 He groaned heavily several times； but never opened his eyes or spoke articulately the whole way； and James and Sir Nigel kept on either side of the cart； ready to address him in French the first moment； having told the English that he was a prisoner of quality； who must be carefully conveyed to King James's tent at Corbeil。 Malcolm was not allowed to approach； lest he should be recognized； and he rode along in an agony of shame and suspense； with very different feelings towards Patrick than those with which he had of late thought of him； or of his own promises。 If Patrick died through this plundering raid； how should he ever face Lily？
It was nearly night ere they reached Corbeil； where the tents were pitched outside the little town。 James committed his captive to the prudent care of old Baird； bidding him send for a French or Burgundian surgeon； unable to detect the Scottish tongue； and then； taking Malcolm with him； he crossed the square in the centre of the camp to the royal pavilion； opposite to which his own was pitched。
It was a sultry night； and Henry had insisted on sleeping in his tent； declaring himself sick of stone walls； and as they approached his voice could be heard in brief excited sentences； giving orders； and asking for the King of Scots。
'Here； Sir；' said James； stopping in where the curtain was looped up； and showed King Henry half sitting； half lying； on a couch of cushions and deer…skins； his eyes full of fire； his thin face flushed with deep colour； Bedford； March； Warwick； and Salisbury
