“Right glad we are, knights,” one of them said, “that we can assist in giving you your freedom. A foul shame indeed would it have been had two such gallant fighters been massacred by this rascally mob, after yielding themselves to a knight.”
“Truly, sirs, we are greatly beholden to you,” Edgar replied, “and trust that an occasion may occur in which we may repay to some of your countrymen the great service you are now rendering us.”
They had gone but a short distance further when the door of a tavern opened and twelve or fifteen half-drunken soldiers poured out.
“Whom have we here?” one of them shouted. “Faith, if they are burghers they must pay for being thus late in the streets.”
“Silence, knaves,” Sir Francois Regnault said, sternly. “What mean ye by this roystering? Disperse to your quarters at once, or by St. James, some of you shall hang in the morning, as a lesson to others that the burgesses of Ypres are not to be insulted by drunken revellers.”
As by this time the speaker had moved on into the light that streamed through the open door, the soldier saw at once that it was a knight, and, muttering excuses, went hastily down the street. No one else was encountered until they reached the foot of the wall. Here Sir Robert took a hearty farewell of them. The two knights first mounted the steps to the wall.
As they reached the top a sentry close by challenged.
“France,” Sir Oliver replied; “and, hark ye, make no noise. I am Sir Oliver Drafurn, and I am here with Sir Francois Regnault to pass three messengers over the wall, bearers of important dispatches. We do not wish the news to get abroad, so take your halbert and march up and down.”
Hal Carter had brought one of the ropes, twisted round him for the purpose.
“You are on the side facing the English camp,” Sir Oliver said. “Those are the lights that you see ahead. You will have three ditches to swim, and will find it cold work, but there is no other way for it.”
After giving hearty thanks to the knights, the three were lowered, one at a time, and the rope was then dropped down. It was a good deal longer than was necessary for descending the wall, but Edgar, rather to the surprise of the others, had chosen it for the purpose. The first ditch was but ten yards away; it was some thirty feet across.
“Now,” Edgar said, “I will cross first. I am much the strongest, for neither of you has fully recovered his strength. The water will be icy cold, therefore I will swim across first, and do you, when I am over, each hold to the rope and I will pull you across.”
Short as was the distance the work was trying, for the night was bitterly cold, and the ditches would have been frozen hard, were it not that twice a day the besieged went out and broke the ice, which had now began to bind again. At last, however, Edgar got across.
“Do you take the rope, Albert, and let Hal hold on by you, for the passage I have made is but narrow.”
A few strong pulls on Edgar's part brought them across.
“It is well,” he said, as they climbed out, “that the knights promised to go one each way, to tell the watchers on the walls to take no heed of any sounds that they might hear of breaking ice, for that those leaving the town were doing so by their authority.”
The two other ditches were crossed in the same way, but the work was more difficult, as the besieged only broke the ice of these once a day.
“We should never have got across without your aid, Edgar,” Albert said. “I could scarce hold on to the rope. My hands are dead, and I feel as if I were frozen to the bone.”
“Let us run for a bit, Albert, to warm our blood. Another quarter of a mile and we shall be challenged by our sentries.”
CHAPTER XVIII.
A NOBLE GIFT
The pace at which the party started soon slackened, for neither Albert nor Hal Carter could maintain it. However, it was not long before they heard the sentry challenge:
“Who go there?”
“Sir Albert De Courcy and Sir Edgar Ormskirk escaped from Ypres,” Edgar answered.
“Stand where you are till I call the sergeant,” the man said, and shouted “Sergeant!” at the top of his voice. In five minutes a sergeant and two men-at-arms came up.
“Hurry, sergeant, I pray you,” Edgar said. “We have swum three ditches, and my companions, being weakened by their wounds, are well-nigh perished.”
“Come on,” the sergeant said, “it is clear at any rate that you are Englishmen.” He had brought a torch with him, and as they came up looked at them narrowly, then he saluted. “I know you, Sir Edgar, disguised as you are. I was fighting behind you on the wall five weeks since, and had it not been for the strength of your arm, I should have returned no more to England.”
“How is Sir Hugh Calverley?” Edgar asked, as they hurried towards the camp.
“His wounds are mending fast,” the sergeant said, “and he went out of his tent to-day for the first time. I saw him myself.”
A quarter of an hour's walking brought them to the tent occupied by Sir Hugh and his followers. A light was still burning there, and they heard voices within.
“May we enter?” Edgar said, as he slightly opened the flap of the tent.
“Surely, that must be the voice of Sir Edgar Ormskirk!” Sir Hugh exclaimed.
“It is I, sure enough, and with me is Sir Albert De Courcy and my brave man-at-arms.”
As he spoke he stepped into the tent. Two knights were there, and they and Sir Hugh advanced with outstretched hands to meet the new-comers.
“Welcome back, welcome back!” Sir Hugh exclaimed, in a tone of emotion. “My brave knights, I and my two comrades here have to thank you for our lives, for, although in truth I know naught about it, I have heard from Sir Thomas Vokes and Sir Tristram Montford how you brought the band to our assistance, and how you kept the enemy at bay, while this good fellow of yours bore me down the ladder on his shoulder; while from those who escaped afterwards we heard how you both, with but two or three others, kept the foe back, and gave time for the rest to jump from the walls or slide down the ladders. But your faces are blue, and your teeth chattering!”
“We have had to swim three ditches, and the ice having formed pretty thickly, it was no child's work.”
“First, do you each drain a goblet of wine,” Sir Hugh said, “and then to your tent. All your things are untouched. Knights, will you go with them and rub them down till their skin glows, and then wrap them up in blankets?” He called, and two servants came in. “Heat three bottles of wine in a bowl with plenty of spices,” he said, “and carry it to these knights' tent, and take a portion to the tent of their men-at-arms for the use of this good fellow. See that your comrades rub you down,” he said to Hal. “They will be glad indeed to see you back; for, although we heard from a prisoner that the two knights were alive, we knew not whether any others had been taken with them. Tell Hawkins to light two torches at once and fix them in the knights' tent, and put two others in that of the men- at-arms. Mind, Sir Edgar, once between the blankets, you stay there till morning. Your story will keep until then.”
After throwing off their wet clothes, and being rubbed down until they glowed, Edgar and Albert were soon covered up in blankets, and after drinking the hot spiced wine, soon fell asleep. In the morning they related their story to Sir Hugh Calverley and the other two knights.
“'Tis Sir Edgar who should tell the tale,” Albert said, “for indeed I know but little about it from the time I saw you lowered over the wall. Things went well with us for a time; we were joined by more men, and were strong enough to divide into two parties, Edgar going to the right while I went to the left. We cleared the wall for some distance, and methinks had there been ladders, so that we could have been helped more quickly, the town would have been won, but the enemy were reinforced more quickly than we were, and we began to lose ground. Then came a body of knights who beat us back till we were close to the point where the ladders were set. Then a knight made at me with a mace. I saw his arms raised, and after that I knew nothing more.”