A HUNTING PARTY---AN ADVENTURE---A DELIVERANCE.
The next morning the bugles were sounded by day-break in the court of Lord Boteler's mansion, to call the inhabitants from their slumbers, to assist in a splendid chase, with which the Baron had resolved to entertain his neighbour Fitzallen, and his noble visitor St.Clere.Peter Lanaret, the falconer, was in attendance, with falcons for the knights, and tercelets for the ladies, if they should choose to vary their sport from hunting to hawking.Five stout yeomen keepers, with their attendants, called Ragged Robins, all meetly arrayed in Kendal green, with bugles and short hangers by their sides, and quarterstaffs in their hands, led the slow-hounds or brachets, by which the deer were to be put up.Ten brace of gallant greyhounds, each of which was fit to pluck down, singly, the tallest red deer, were led in leashes by as many of Lord Boteler's foresters.The pages, squires, and other attendants of feudal splendour, well attired in their best hunting-gear, upon horseback or foot, according to their rank, with their boar-spears, long-bows, and cross-bows, were in seemly waiting.
A numerous train of yeomen, called in the language of the times retainers, who yearly received a livery coat and a small pension for their attendance on such solemn occasions, appeared in cassocks of blue, bearing upon their arms the cognizance of the house of Boteler, as a badge of their adherence.
They were the tallest men of their hands that the neighbouring villages could supply, with every man his good buckler on his shoulder, and a bright burnished broadsword dangling from his leathern belt.On this occasion they acted as rangers for beating up the thickets, and rousing the game.These attendants filled up the court of the castle, spacious as it was.
On the green without, you might have seen the motley assemblage of peasantry, convened by report of the splendid hunting, including most of our old acquaintances from Tewin, as well as the jolly partakers of good cheer at Hob Filcher's.Gregory the jester, it may well be guessed, had no great mind to exhibit himself in public after his recent disaster; but Oswald the steward, a great formalist in whatever concerned the public exhibition of his master's household state, had positively enjoined his attendance.``What!'' quoth he, ``shall the house of the brave Lord Boteler, on such a brave day as this, be without a fool? Certes, the good Lord St.Clere, and his fair lady sister, might think our housekeeping as niggardly as that of their churlish kinsman at Gay Bowers, who sent his father's jester to the hospital, sold the poor sot's bells for hawk-jesses, and made a nightcap of his long-eared bonnet.And, sirrah, let me see thee fool handsomely---speak squibs and crackers instead of that dry, barren, musty, gibing which thou hast used of late; or, by the bones! the porter shall have thee to his lodge, and cob thee with thine own wooden sword, till thy skin is as motley as thy doublet.''
To this stern injunction Gregory made no reply, any more than to the courteous offer of old Albert Drawslot, the chief park-keeper, who proposed to blow vinegar in his nose to sharpen his wit, as he had done that blessed morning to Bragger, the old hound, whose scent was failing.There was indeed little time for reply, for the bugles, after a lively flourish, were now silent, and Peretto, with his two attendant minstrels, stepping beneath the windows of the strangers' apartments, joined in the following roundelay, the deep voices of the rangers and falconers making up a chorus that caused the very battlements to ring again.
Waken, lords and ladies gay!
On the mountain dawns the day;
All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse, and hunting spear;Rounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, Merrily, mingle they, ``Waken, lords and ladies gay!''
Waken, lords and ladies gay!
The mist has left the mountain grey:
Springlets in the dawn are streaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green;Now we come to chant our lay, ``Waken, lords and ladies gay!''
Waken, lords and ladies gay!
To the green-wood haste away We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot, and tall of size;We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed;You shall see him brought to bay;
``Waken, lords and ladies gay!''
Louder, louder, chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Tell them, youth, and mirth, and glee, Run a course as well as we;Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, Staunch as hound, and fleet as hawk?
Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay!
By the time this lay was finished, Lord Boteler, with his daughter and kinsman, Fitzallen of Marden, and other noble guests, had mounted their palfreys, and the hunt set forward in due order.The huntsman, having carefully observed the traces of a large stag on the preceding evening, were able, without loss of time, to conduct the company, by the marks which they had made upon the trees, to the side of the thicket in which, by the report of Drawslot, he had harboured all night.The horsemen, spreading themselves along the side of the cover, waited until the keeper entered, leading his ban-dog, a large blood-hound, tied in a leam or band, from which he takes his name.
But it befell thus.A hart of the second year, which was in the same cover with the proper object of their pursuit, chanced to be unharboured first, and broke cover very near where the Lady Emma and her brother were stationed.An inexperienced varlet, who was nearer to them, instantly unloosed two tall greyhounds, who sprung after the fugitive with all the fleetness of the north wind.Gregory, restored a little to spirits by the enlivening scene around him, followed, encouraging the hounds with a loud tayout,<*> for which he had the hearty curses of the huntsman, as well * _Tailliers-hors,_ in modern phrase, Tally-ho!