The White Ladies of Worcester eBook

Florence L. Barclay
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 445 pages of information about The White Ladies of Worcester.

The White Ladies of Worcester eBook

Florence L. Barclay
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 445 pages of information about The White Ladies of Worcester.

Most certainly he was on his best behaviour.  He doffed his cap at first sight of her, advanced a few paces, then stood still, bowing low; came forward a few more paces, then bowed again.

She spoke.

“You wished to see my husband, Friend, and speak with him?  He is away and hardly can return before five days, at soonest.  Is your business with Sir Hugh such as I can pass on to him for you, by word of mouth?”

She hoped those bold, dark eyes did not perceive how she glowed to speak for the first time, to another, of Hugh as her husband.

He answered, and his words were blunt; his manner, frank and soldierly.

“Most noble Lady, failing the Knight, whom I have ridden far to find, my business may most readily be told to you.

“Years ago, on a Syrian battle-field it was my good fortune, in the thick of the fray, to find myself side by side with Sir Hugh d’Argent.  The Infidels struck me down; and, sorely wounded, I should have been at their mercy, had not the noble Knight, seeing me fall, wheeled his horse and, riding back, hewn his way through to me, scattering mine assailants right and left.  Then, helping me to mount behind him, galloped with me back to camp.  Whereupon I swore, by the holy Cross at Lucca, that if ever the chance came my way to do a service to Sir Hugh of the Silver Shield, I would travel to the world’s end to do it.

“Ten nights ago, I chanced to be riding through a wood somewhere betwixt Worcester and Warwick.  A band of lawless fellows coming by, I and my steed drew off the path, taking cover in a thicket.  But a solitary horseman, riding from Worcester, failed to avoid them.  Within sight of my hiding-place he was set upon, made to dismount, stripped and bidden to return on foot to the place from whence he came.  I could do naught to help him.  We were two, to a round dozen.  The robbers took the money from his wallet.  Within it they found also a letter, which they flung away as worthless.  I marked where it fell, close to my hiding-place.

“When the affray was over, their victim having fled and the lawless band ridden off, I came forth, picked up the letter and slipped it into mine own wallet.  So soon as the sun rose I drew forth the letter, when, to my amaze, I found it addressed to my brave rescuer, the Knight of the Silver Shield and Azure Pennant.  It appeared to be of importance as, failing Warwick Castle, six halting places, all on the northward road, were named on the outside; also it was marked to be delivered with most urgent haste.

“It seemed to me that now had come my chance, to do this brave Knight service.  Therefore have I ridden from place to place, following; and, after some delay, I find myself at length at Castle Norelle, only to hear that he to whom I purposed to hand the letter has ridden south by another road.  Thus is my endeavour to serve him rendered fruitless.”

“Nay, Friend,” said Mora, much moved by this recital.  “Not fruitless.  Give me the letter you have thus rescued and faithfully attempted, to deliver.  My husband returns in five days.  I will then hand him the letter and tell him your tale.  Most grateful will he be for your good service, and moved by your loyal remembrance.”

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