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manners makyth man, as we saw at Winchester.”

      “Then what do they make of that cowardly clown, his cousin?”

      Ambrose laughed, but said, “Prove we our gentle blood at least by not brawling with the fellow.  Master Headley will soon teach him to know his place.”

      “That will matter nought to us.  To-morrow shall we be with our uncle Hal.  I only wish his lord was not of the ghostly sort, but perhaps he may prefer me to some great knight’s service.  But oh! Ambrose, come and look.  See!  The fellow they call Smallbones is come out to the fountain in the middle of the court with a bucket in each hand.  Look!  Didst ever see such a giant?  He is as big and brawny as Ascapart at the bar-gate at Southampton.  See! he lifts that big pail full and brimming as though it were an egg shell.  See his arm!  ’Twere good to see him wield a hammer!  I must look into his smithy before going forth to-morrow.”

      Stephen clenched his fist and examined his muscles ere donning his best mourning jerkin, and could scarce be persuaded to complete his toilet, so much was he entertained with the comings and goings in the court, a little world in itself, like a college quadrangle.  The day’s work was over, the forges out, and the smiths were lounging about at ease, one or two sitting on a bench under a large elm-tree beside the central well, enjoying each his tankard of ale.  A few more were watching Poppet being combed down, and conversing with the newly-arrived grooms.  One was carrying a little child in his arms, and a young man and maid sitting on the low wall round the well, seemed to be carrying on a courtship over the pitcher that stood waiting to be filled.  Two lads were playing at skittles, children were running up and down the stairs and along the wooden galleries, and men and women went and came by the entrance gateway between the two effigies of knights in armour.  Some were servants bringing helm or gauntlet for repair, or taking the like away.  Some might be known by their flat caps to be apprentices, and two substantial burgesses walked in together, as if to greet Master Headley on his return.  Immediately after, a man-cook appeared with white cap and apron, bearing aloft a covered dish surrounded by a steamy cloud, followed by other servants bearing other meats; a big bell began to sound, the younger men and apprentices gathered together and the brothers descended the stairs, and entered by the big door into the same large hall where they had been received.  The spacious hearth was full of green boughs, with a beaupot of wild rose, honeysuckle, clove pinks and gilliflowers; the lower parts of the walls were hung with tapestry representing the adventures of St. George; the mullioned windows had their upper squares filled with glass, bearing the shield of the City of London, that of the Armourers’ Company, the rose and portcullis of the King, the pomegranate of Queen Catharine, and other like devices.  Others, belonging to the Lancastrian kings, adorned the pendants from the handsome open roof and the front of a gallery for musicians which crossed one end of the hall in the taste of the times of Henry V. and Whittington.

      Far more interesting to the hungry travellers was it that the long table, running the whole breadth of the apartment, was decked with snowy linen, trenchers stood ready with horns or tankards beside them, and loaves of bread at intervals, while the dishes were being placed on the table.  The master and his entire establishment took their meals together, except the married men, who lived in the quadrangle with their families.  There was no division by the salt-cellar, as at the tables of the nobles and gentry, but the master, his family and guests, occupied the centre, with the hearth behind them, where the choicest of the viands were placed; next after them were the places of the journeymen according to seniority, then those of the apprentices, household servants, and stable-men, but the apprentices had to assist the serving-men in waiting on the master and his party before sitting down themselves.  There was a dignity and regularity about the whole, which could not fail to impress Stephen and Ambrose with the weight and importance of a London burgher, warden of the Armourers’ Company, and alderman of the Ward of Cheap.  There were carved chairs for himself, his mother, and the guests, also a small Persian carpet extending from the hearth beyond their seats.  This article filled the two foresters with amazement.  To put one’s feet on what ought to be a coverlet!  They would not have stepped on it, had they not been kindly summoned by old Mistress Headley to take their places among the company, which consisted, besides the family, of the two citizens who had entered, and of a priest who had likewise dropped in to welcome Master Headley’s return, and had been invited to stay to supper.  Young Giles, as a matter of course, placed himself amongst them, at which there were black looks and whispers among the apprentices, and even Mistress Headley wore an air of amazement.

      “Mother,” said the head of the family, speaking loud enough for all to hear, “you will permit our young kinsman to be placed as our guest this evening.  To-morrow he will act as an apprentice, as we all have done in our time.”

      “I never did so at home!” cried Giles, in his loud, hasty voice.

      “I trow not,” dryly observed one of the guests.

      Giles, however, went on muttering while the priest was pronouncing a Latin grace, and thereupon the same burgess observed, “Never did I see it better proved that folk in the country give their sons no good breeding.”

      “Have patience with him, good Master Pepper,” returned Mr. Headley.  “He hath been an only son, greatly cockered by father, mother, and sisters, but ere long he will learn what is befiting.”

      Giles glared round, but he met nothing encouraging.  Little Dennet sat with open mouth of astonishment, her grandmother looked shocked, the household which had been aggrieved by his presumption laughed at his rebuke, for there was not much delicacy in those days; but something generous in the gentle blood of Ambrose moved him to some amount of pity for the lad, who thus suddenly became conscious that the tie he had thought nominal at Salisbury, a mere preliminary to municipal rank, was here absolute subjection, and a bondage whence there was no escape.  His was the only face that Giles met which had any friendliness in it, but no one spoke, for manners imposed silence upon youth at table, except when spoken to; and there was general hunger enough prevailing to make Mistress Headley’s fat capon the most interesting contemplation for the present.

      The elders conversed, for there was much for Master Headley to hear of civic affairs that had passed in his absence of two months, also of all the comings and goings, and it was ascertained that my Lord Archbishop of York was at his suburban abode, York House, now Whitehall.

      It was a very late supper for the times, not beginning till seven o’clock, on account of the travellers; and as soon as it was finished, and the priest and burghers had taken their leave, Master Headley dismissed the household to their beds, although daylight was scarcely departed.

      CHAPTER VI

      A SUNDAY IN THE CITY

      “The rod of Heaven has touched them all,

         The word from Heaven is spoken:

      Rise, shine and sing, thou captive thrall,

         Are not thy fetters broken?”

Keble.

      On Sunday morning, when the young Birkenholts awoke, the whole air seemed full of bells from hundreds of Church and Minster steeples.  The Dragon Court wore a holiday air, and there was no ring of hammers at the forges; but the men who stood about were in holiday attire: and the brothers assumed their best clothes.

      Breakfast was not a meal much accounted of.  It was reckoned effeminate to require more than two meals a day, though, just as in the verdurer’s lodge at home, there was a barrel of ale on tap with drinking horns beside it in the hall, and on a small round table in the window a loaf of bread, to which city luxury added a cheese, and a jug containing sack, with some silver cups beside it, and a pitcher of fair water.  Master Headley, with his mother and daughter, was taking a morsel of these refections, standing, and in out-door garments, when the brothers appeared at about seven o’clock in the morning.

      “Ha! that’s well,” quoth he, greeting them.  “No slugabeds, I see.  Will ye come with us to hear mass at St. Faith’s?”  They agreed, and Master Headley then told them that if they would tarry till the next day in searching out their uncle, they could have the company of Tibble Steelman, who had to see one of the captains of the guard about an alteration of his corslet, and thus

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