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runs hard on sacrilege!  For the king's good pleasure; or the lord

of the manor … well!  But that every run…the…hedge in a green

jerkin should fasten papers to the chancel door … nay; it runs hard

on sacrilege; hard; and men have burned for matters of less weight。

But what have we here?  The light falls apace。  Good Master

Richard; y' have young eyes。  Read me; I pray; this libel。〃



Dick Shelton took the paper in his hand and read it aloud。  It

contained some lines of very rugged doggerel; hardly even rhyming;

written in a gross character; and most uncouthly spelt。  With the

spelling somewhat bettered; this is how they ran:





〃I had four blak arrows under my belt;

Four for the greefs that I have felt;

Four for the nomber of ill menne

That have opressid me now and then。



One is gone; one is wele sped;

Old Apulyaird is ded。



One is for Maister Bennet Hatch;

That burned Grimstone; walls and thatch。



One for Sir Oliver Oates;

That cut Sir Harry Shelton's throat。



Sir Daniel; ye shull have the fourt;

We shall think it fair sport。



Ye shull each have your own part;

A blak arrow in each blak heart。

Get ye to your knees for to pray:

Ye are ded theeves; by yea and nay!



〃JON AMEND…ALL

of the Green Wood;

And his jolly fellaweship。



〃Item; we have mo arrowes and goode hempen cord for otheres of your

following。〃





〃Now; well…a…day for charity and the Christian graces!〃 cried Sir

Oliver; lamentably。  〃Sirs; this is an ill world; and groweth daily

worse。  I will swear upon the cross of Holywood I am as innocent of

that good knight's hurt; whether in act or purpose; as the babe

unchristened。  Neither was his throat cut; for therein they are

again in error; as there still live credible witnesses to show。〃



〃It boots not; sir parson;〃 said Bennet。  〃Here is unseasonable

talk。〃



〃Nay; Master Bennet; not so。  Keep ye in your due place; good

Bennet;〃 answered the priest。  〃I shall make mine innocence appear。

I will; upon no consideration; lose my poor life in error。  I take

all men to witness that I am clear of this matter。  I was not even

in the Moat House。  I was sent of an errand before nine upon the

clock〃 …



〃Sir Oliver;〃 said Hatch; interrupting; 〃since it please you not to

stop this sermon; I will take other means。  Goffe; sound to horse。〃



And while the tucket was sounding; Bennet moved close to the

bewildered parson; and whispered violently in his ear。



Dick Shelton saw the priest's eye turned upon him for an instant in

a startled glance。  He had some cause for thought; for this Sir

Harry Shelton was his own natural father。  But he said never a

word; and kept his countenance unmoved。



Hatch and Sir Oliver discussed together for a while their altered

situation; ten men; it was decided between them; should be

reserved; not only to garrison the Moat House; but to escort the

priest across the wood。  In the meantime; as Bennet was to remain

behind; the command of the reinforcement was given to Master

Shelton。  Indeed; there was no choice; the men were loutish

fellows; dull and unskilled in war; while Dick was not only

popular; but resolute and grave beyond his age。  Although his youth

had been spent in these rough; country places; the lad had been

well taught in letters by Sir Oliver; and Hatch himself had shown

him the management of arms and the first principles of command。

Bennet had always been kind and helpful; he was one of those who

are cruel as the grave to those they call their enemies; but

ruggedly faithful and well willing to their friends; and now; while

Sir Oliver entered the next house to write; in his swift; exquisite

penmanship; a memorandum of the last occurrences to his master; Sir

Daniel Brackley; Bennet came up to his pupil to wish him God…speed

upon his enterprise。



〃Ye must go the long way about; Master Shelton;〃 he said; 〃round by

the bridge; for your life!  Keep a sure man fifty paces afore you;

to draw shots; and go softly till y' are past the wood。  If the

rogues fall upon you; ride for 't; ye will do naught by standing。

And keep ever forward; Master Shelton; turn me not back again; an

ye love your life; there is no help in Tunstall; mind ye that。  And

now; since ye go to the great wars about the king; and I continue

to dwell here in extreme jeopardy of my life; and the saints alone

can certify if we shall meet again below; I give you my last

counsels now at your riding。  Keep an eye on Sir Daniel; he is

unsure。  Put not your trust in the jack…priest; he intendeth not

amiss; but doth the will of others; it is a hand…gun for Sir

Daniel!  Get your good lordship where ye go; make you strong

friends; look to it。  And think ever a pater…noster…while on Bennet

Hatch。  There are worse rogues afoot than Bennet。  So; God…speed!〃



〃And Heaven be with you; Bennet!〃 returned Dick。  〃Ye were a good

friend to me…ward; and so I shall say ever。〃



〃And; look ye; master;〃 added Hatch; with a certain embarrassment;

〃if this Amend…All should get a shaft into me; ye might; mayhap;

lay out a gold mark or mayhap a pound for my poor soul; for it is

like to go stiff with me in purgatory。〃



〃Ye shall have your will of it; Bennet;〃 answered Dick。  〃But; what

cheer; man! we shall meet again; where ye shall have more need of

ale than masses。〃



〃The saints so grant it; Master Dick!〃 returned the other。  〃But

here comes Sir Oliver。  An he were as quick with the long…bow as

with the pen; he would be a brave man…at…arms。〃



Sir Oliver gave Dick a sealed packet; with this superscription:

〃To my ryght worchypful master; Sir Daniel Brackley; knyght; be

thys delyvered in haste。〃



And Dick; putting it in the bosom of his jacket; gave the word and

set forth westward up the village。


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