The Disowned, Complete - Edward Bulwer Lytton
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THE DISOWNED
by Edward Bulwer Lytton
CHAPTER I.
I'll tell you a story if you please to attend.
G. KNIGHT: Limbo.
It was the evening of a soft, warm day in the May of 17--. The sun had
already set, and the twilight was gathering slowly over the large, still
masses of wood which lay on either side of one of those green lanes so
peculiar to England. Here and there, the outline of the trees irregularly
shrunk back from the road, leaving broad patches of waste land covered
with fern and the yellow blossoms of the dwarf furze, and at more distant
intervals thick clusters of rushes, from which came the small hum of
gnats,--those "evening revellers" alternately rising and sinking in the
customary manner of their unknown sports,--till, as the shadows grew
darker and darker, their thin and airy shapes were no longer
distinguishable, and no solitary token of life or motion broke the
voiceless monotony of the surrounding woods.
The first sound which invaded the silence came from the light, quick
footsteps of a person whose youth betrayed itself in its elastic and
unmeasured tread, and in the gay, free carol which broke out by fits and
starts upon the gentle stillness of the evening.
There was something rather indicative of poetical taste than musical
science in the selection of this vesper hymn, which always commenced
with,--
"'T is merry, 't is merry, in good green wood,"
and never proceeded a syllable further than the end of the second line,--
"when birds are about and singing;"
from the last word of which, after a brief pause, it invariably started
forth into joyous "iteration."
Presently a heavier, yet still more rapid, step than that of the youth
was heard behind; and, as it overtook the latter, a loud, clear,
good-humoured voice gave the salutation of the evening. The tone in which
this courtesy was returned was frank, distinct, and peculiarly
harmonious.
"Good evening, my friend. How far is it to W----? I hope I am not out of
the direct road?"
"To W----, sir?" said the man, touching his hat, as he perceived, in
spite of the dusk, something in the air and voice of his new acquaintance
which called for a greater degree of respect than he was at first
disposed to accord to a pedestrian traveller,--"to W----, sir? why, you
will not surely go there to-night? it is more than eight miles distant,
and the roads none of the best."
"Now, a curse on all rogues!" quoth the youth, with a serious sort of
vivacity. "Why, the miller at the foot of the hill assured me I should be
at my journey's end in less than an hour."
"He may have said right, sir," returned the man, "yet you will not reach
W---- in twice that time."
"How do you mean?" said the younger stranger.
"Why, that you may for once force a miller to speak truth in spite of
himself, and make a public-house, about three miles hence, the end of
your day's journey."
"Thank you for the hint," said the youth. "Does the house you speak of
lie on the road-side?"
"No, sir: the lane branches off about two miles hence, and you must then
turn to the right; but till then our way is the same, and if you would
not prefer your own company to mine we can trudge on together."
"With all my heart," rejoined the younger stranger; "and not the less
willingly from the brisk pace you walk. I thought I had few equals in
pedestrianism; but it should not be for a small wager that I would
undertake to keep up with you."
"Perhaps, sir," said the man, laughing, "I'll have had in the course of
my life a better usage and a longer experience of my heels than you
have."
Somewhat startled by a speech of so equivocal a meaning, the youth, for
the first time, turned round to examine, as well as the increasing
darkness would permit, the size and appearance of his companion. He was
not perhaps too well satisfied with his survey. His fellow pedestrian was
about six feet high, and of a corresponding girth of limb and frame,
which would have made him fearful odds in any encounter where bodily
strength was the best means of conquest. Notwithstanding the mildness of
the weather, he was closely buttoned in a rough great-coat, which was
well calculated to give all due effect to the athletic proportions of the
wearer.
There was a pause of some moments.
"This is but a wild, savage sort of scene for England, sir, in this day
of new-fashioned ploughs and farming improvements," said the tall
stranger, looking round at the ragged wastes and grim woods, which lay
steeped in the shade beside and before them.
"True," answered the youth; "and in a few years agricultural innovation
will scarcely leave, even in these wastes, a single furze-blossom for the
bee or a tuft of green-sward for the grasshopper; but, however unpleasant
the change may be for us foot-travellers, we must not repine at what they
tell us is so sure a witness of the prosperity of the country."
"They tell us! who tell us?" exclaimed the stranger, with great vivacity.
"Is it the puny and spiritless artisan, or the debased and crippled slave
of the counter and the till, or the sallow speculator on morals, who
would mete us out our liberty, our happiness, our very feelings by the
yard and inch and fraction? No, no, let them follow what the books and
precepts of their own wisdom teach them; let them cultivate more highly
the lands they have already parcelled out by dikes and fences, and leave,
though at scanty intervals, some green patches of unpolluted land for the
poor man's beast and the free man's foot."
"You are an enthusiast on this subject," said the younger traveller, not
a little surprised at the tone and words of the last speech; "and if I
were not just about to commence the world with a firm persuasion that
enthusiasm on any matter is a great obstacle to success, I could be as
warm though not so eloquent as yourself."
"Ah, sir," said the stranger, sinking into a more natural and careless
tone, "I have a better right than I imagine you can claim to repine or
even to inveigh against the boundaries which are, day by day and hour by
hour, encroaching upon what I have learned to look upon as my own
territory. You were, just before I joined you, singing an old song; I
honour you for your taste: and no offence, sir, but a sort of fellowship
in feeling made me take the liberty to accost you. I am no very great
scholar in other things; but I owe my present circumstances of life
solely to my fondness for those old songs and quaint madrigals. And I
believe no person can better apply to himself Will Shakspeare's
invitation,--
'Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.'"
Relieved from his former fear, but with increased curiosity at this
quotation, which was half said, half sung, in a tone which seemed to
evince a hearty relish for the sense of the words, the youth replied,--
"Truly, I did not expect to meet among the travellers of this wild
country with so well-stored a memory. And, indeed, I should have imagined
that the only persons to whom your verses could exactly have applied were
those honourable vagrants from the Nile whom in vulgar language we term
gypsies."
"Precisely so, sir," answered the tall stranger, indifferently;
"precisely so. It is to that ancient body that I belong."
"The devil you do!" quoth the youth, in unsophisticated surprise; "the
progress of education is indeed astonishing!"
"Why," answered the stranger, laughing, "to tell you the truth, sir, I am
a gypsy by inclination, not birth. The illustrious Bamfylde Moore Carew
is not the only example of one of gentle blood and honourable education
whom the fleshpots of Egypt have seduced."
"I congratulate myself," quoth the youth, in a tone that might have been
in jest, "upon becoming acquainted with a character at once so
respectable and so novel; and, to return your quotation in the way of a
compliment, I cry out with the most fashionable author of Elizabeth's
days,--
'O for a bowl of fat Canary,
Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry,'
in order to drink to our better acquaintance."
"Thank you, sir,--thank you," cried the strange gypsy, seemingly
delighted with the spirit with which his young acquaintance appeared to
enter into his character, and his quotation from a class of authors at
that time much less known and appreciated than at present; "and if you
have seen already enough of the world to take up with ale when neither
Canary, Palermo, nor Sherry are forthcoming, I will promise, at least, to
pledge you in large draughts of that homely beverage. What say you to
passing a night with us? our tents are yet more at hand than the
public-house of which I spoke to you." The young man hesitated a moment,
then replied,--
"I will answer you frankly, my friend, even though I may find cause to
repent my confidence. I have a few guineas about me, which, though not a
large sum, are my all. Now, however ancient and honourable your
fraternity may be, they labour under a sad confusion, I fear, in their
ideas of meum and tuum."
"Faith, sir, I believe you are right; and were you some years older, I
think you would not have favoured me with the same disclosure you have
done now; but you may be quite easy on that score. If you were made of
gold, the rascals would not filch off the corner of your garment as long
as you were under my protection. Does this assurance satisfy you?"
"Perfectly," said the youth; "and now how far are we from your
encampment? I assure you I am all eagerness to be among a set of which I
have witnessed such a specimen."
"Nay, nay," returned the gypsy, "you must not judge of all my brethren by
me: I confess that they are but a rough tribe. However, I love them
dearly; and am only the more inclined to think them honest to each other,
because they are rogues to all the rest of the world."
By this time our travellers had advanced nearly two miles since they had
commenced companionship; and at a turn in the lane, about three hundred
yards farther on, they caught a glimpse of a distant fire burning
brightly through the dim trees. They quickened their pace, and striking a
little out of their path into a common, soon approached two tents, the
Arab homes of the vagrant and singular people with whom the gypsy claimed
brotherhood and alliance.
CHAPTER II.
Here we securely live and eat
The cream of meat;
And keep eternal fires
By which we sit and do divine.
HERRICK: Ode to Sir Clipseby Crew.
Around a fire which blazed and crackled beneath the large seething-pot,
that seemed an emblem of the mystery and a promise of the good cheer
which are the supposed characteristics of the gypsy race, were grouped
seven or eight persons, upon whose swarthy and strong countenances the
irregular and fitful flame cast a picturesque and not unbecoming glow.
All of these, with the exception of an old crone who was tending the pot,
and a little boy who was feeding the fire with sundry fragments of stolen
wood, started to their feet upon the entrance of the stranger.
"What ho! my bob cuffins," cried the gypsy guide, "I have brought you a
gentry cove, to whom you will show all proper respect: and hark ye, my
maunders, if ye dare beg, borrow, or steal a single croker,--ay, but a
bawbee of him, I'll--but ye know me." The gypsy stopped abruptly, and
turned an eye, in which menace vainly struggled with good-humour, upon
each of his brethren, as they submissively bowed to him and his protege,
and poured forth a profusion of promises, to which their admonitor did
not even condescend to listen. He threw off his great-coat, doubled it
down by the best place near the fire, and made the youth forthwith
possess himself of the seat it afforded. He then lifted the cover of the
mysterious caldron. "Well, Mort," cried he to the old woman, as he bent
wistfully down, "what have we here?"
"Two ducks, three chickens, and a rabbit, with some potatoes," growled
the old hag, who claimed the usual privilege of her culinary office, to
be as ill-tempered as she pleased.
"Good!" said the gypsy; "and now, Mim, my cull, go to the other tent, and
ask its inhabitants, in my name, to come here and sup; bid them bring
their caldron to eke out ours: I'll find the lush."
With these words (which Mim, a short, swarthy member of the gang, with a
countenance too astute to be pleasing, instantly started forth to obey)
the gypsy stretched himself at full length by the youth's side, and began
reminding him, with some jocularity and at some length, of his promise to
drink to their better acquaintance.
Something there was in the scene, the fire, the caldron, the intent
figure and withered countenance of the old woman, the grouping of the
other forms, the rude but not unpicturesque tent, the dark still woods on
either side, with the deep and cloudless skies above, as the stars broke
forth one by one upon the silent air, which (to use the orthodox phrase
of the novelist) would not have been wholly unworthy the bold pencil of
Salvator himself.
The youth eyed, with that involuntary respect which personal advantages
always command, the large yet symmetrical proportions of his wild
companion; nor was the face which belonged to that frame much less
deserving of attention. Though not handsome, it was both shrewd and
prepossessing in its expression; the forehead was prominent, the brows
overhung the eyes, which were large, dark, and, unlike those of the tribe
in general, rather calm than brilliant; the complexion, though sun-burnt,
was not swarthy, and the face was carefully and cleanly shaved, so as to
give all due advantage of contrast to the brown luxuriant locks which
fell rather in flakes than curls, on either side of the healthful and
manly cheeks. In age, he was about thirty-five, and, though his air and
mien were assuredly not lofty nor aristocratic, yet they were strikingly
above the bearing of his vagabond companions: those companions were in
all respects of the ordinary race of gypsies; the cunning and flashing
eye, the raven locks, the dazzling teeth, the bronzed colour, and the
low, slight, active form, were as strongly their distinguishing
characteristics as the tokens of all their tribe.
But to these, the appearance of the youth presented a striking and
beautiful contrast.
He had only just passed the stage of boyhood, perhaps he might have seen
eighteen summers, probably not so many. He had, in imitation of his
companion, and perhaps from mistaken courtesy to his new society, doffed
his hat; and the attitude which he had chosen fully developed the noble
and intellectual turn of his head and throat. His hair, as yet preserved
from the disfiguring fashions of the day, was of a deep auburn, which was
rapidly becoming of a more chestnut hue, and curled in short close curls
from the nape of the neck to the commencement of a forehead singularly
white and high. His brows finely and lightly pencilled, and his long
lashes of the darkest dye, gave a deeper and perhaps softer shade than
they otherwise would have worn to eyes quick and observant in their
expression and of a light hazel in their colour. His cheek was very fair,
and the red light of the fire cast an artificial tint of increased glow
upon a complexion that had naturally rather bloom than colour; while a
dark riding frock set off in their full beauty the fine outline of his
chest and the slender symmetry of his frame.
But it was neither his features nor his form, eminently handsome as they
were, which gave the principal charm to the young stranger's appearance:
it was the strikingly bold, buoyant, frank, and almost joyous expression
which presided over all. There seemed to dwell the first glow and life of
youth, undimmed by a single fear and unbaffled in a single hope. There
were the elastic spring, the inexhaustible wealth of energies which
defied in their exulting pride the heaviness of sorrow and the
harassments of time. It was a face that, while it filled you with some
melancholy foreboding of the changes and chances which must, in the
inevitable course of fate, cloud the openness of the unwrinkled brow, and
soberize the fire of the daring and restless eye, instilled also within
you some assurance of triumph, and some omen of success,--a vague but
powerful sympathy with the adventurous and cheerful spirit which appeared
literally to speak in its expression. It was a face you might imagine in
one born under a prosperous star; and you felt, as you gazed, a
confidence in that bright countenance, which, like the shield of the
British Prince, [Prince Arthur.--See "The Faerie Queene."] seemed
possessed with a spell to charm into impotence the evil spirits who
menaced its possessor.
"Well, sir," said his friend, the gypsy, who had in his turn been
surveying with admiration the sinewy and agile frame of his young guest,
"well, sir, how fares your appetite? Old Dame Bingo will be mortally
offended if you do not do ample justice to her good cheer."
"If so," answered our traveller, who, young as he was, had learnt already
the grand secret of making in every situation a female friend, "if so, I
shall be likely to offend her still more."
"And how, my pretty master?" said the old crone with an iron smile.
"Why, I shall be bold enough to reconcile matters with a kiss, Mrs.
Bingo," answered the youth.
"Ha! Ha!" shouted the tall gypsy; "it is many a long day since my old
Mort slapped a gallant's face for such an affront. But here come our
messmates. Good evening, my mumpers; make your bows to this gentleman who
has come to bowse with us to-night. 'Gad, we'll show him that old ale's
none the worse for keeping company with the moon's darlings. Come, sit
down, sit down. Where's the cloth, ye ill-mannered loons, and the knives
and platters? Have we no holiday customs for strangers, think ye? Mim, my
cove, off to my caravan; bring out the knives, and all other rattletraps;
and harkye, my cuffin, this small key opens the inner hole, where you
will find two barrels; bring one of them. I'll warrant it of the best,
for the brewer himself drank some of the same sort but two hours before I
nimm'd them. Come, stump, my cull, make yourself wings. Ho, Dame Bingo,
is not that pot of thine seething yet? Ah, my young gentleman, you
commence betimes; so much the better; if love's a summer's day, we all
know how early a summer morning begins," added the jovial Egyptian in a
lower voice (feeling perhaps that he was only understood by himself), as
he gazed complacently on the youth, who, with that happy facility of
making himself everywhere at home so uncommon to his countrymen, was
already paying compliments suited to their understanding to two fair
daughters of the tribe who had entered with the new-comers. Yet had he
too much craft or delicacy, call it which you will, to continue his
addresses to that limit where ridicule or jealousy from the male part of
the assemblage might commence; on the contrary, he soon turned to the
men, and addressed them with a familiarity so frank and so suited to
their taste that he grew no less rapidly in their favour than he had
already done in that of the women, and when the contents of the two
caldrons were at length set upon the coarse but clean cloth which in
honour of his arrival covered the sod, it was in the midst of a loud and
universal peal of laughter which some broad witticism of the young
stranger had produced that the party sat down to their repast.
Bright were the eyes and sleek the tresses of the damsel who placed
herself by the side of the stranger, and many were the alluring glances
and insinuated compliments which replied to his open admiration and
profuse flattery; but still there was nothing exclusive in his
attentions; perhaps an ignorance of the customs of his entertainers, and
a consequent discreet fear of offending them, restrained him; or perhaps
he found ample food for occupation in the plentiful dainties which his
host heaped before him.
"Now tell me," said the gypsy chief (for chief he appeared to be), "if we
lead not a merrier life than you dreamt of? or would you have us change
our coarse fare and our simple tents, our vigorous limbs and free hearts,
for the meagre board, the monotonous chamber, the diseased frame, and the
toiling, careful, and withered spirit of some miserable mechanic?"
"Change!" cried the youth, with an earnestness which, if affected, was an
exquisite counterfeit, "by Heaven, I would change with you myself."
"Bravo, my fine cove!" cried the host, and all the gang echoed their
sympathy with his applause.
The youth continued: "Meat, and that plentiful; ale, and that strong;
women, and those pretty ones: what can man desire more?"
"Ay," cried the host, "and all for nothing,--no, not even a tax; who else
in this kingdom can say that? Come, Mim, push round the ale."
And the ale was pushed round, and if coarse the merriment, loud at least
was the laugh that rang ever and anon from the old tent; and though, at
moments, something in the guest's eye and lip might have seemed, to a
very shrewd observer, a little wandering and absent, yet, upon the whole,
he was almost as much at ease as the rest, and if he was not quite as
talkative he was to the full as noisy.
By degrees, as the hour grew later and the barrel less heavy, the
conversation changed into one universal clatter. Some told their feats in
beggary; others, their achievements in theft; not a viand they had fed on
but had its appropriate legend; even the old rabbit, which had been as
tough as old rabbit can well be, had not been honestly taken from his
burrow; no less a person than Mim himself had purloined it from a widow's
footman who was carrying it to an old maid from her nephew the Squire.
"Silence," cried the host, who loved talking as well as the rest, and who
for the last ten minutes had been vainly endeavouring to obtain
attention. "Silence! my maunders, it's late, and we shall have the queer
cuffins [magistrates] upon us if we keep it up much longer. What, ho,
Mim, are you still gabbling at the foot of the table when your betters
are talking? As sure as my name's King Cole, I'll choke you with your own
rabbit skin, if you don't hush your prating cheat,--nay, never look so
abashed: if you will make a noise, come forward, and sing us a gypsy
song. You see, my young sir," turning to his guest, "that we are not
without our pretensions to the fine arts."
At this order, Mim started forth, and taking his station at the right
hand of the soi-disant King Cole, began the following song, the chorus of
which was chanted in full diapason by the whole group, with the
additional force of emphasis that knives, feet, and fists could bestow:--
THE GYPSY'S SONG.
The king to his hall, and the steed to his stall,
And the cit to his bilking board;
But we are not bound to an acre of ground,
For our home is the houseless sward.
We sow not, nor toil; yet we glean from the soil
As much as its reapers do;
And wherever we rove, we feed on the cove
Who gibes at the mumping crew.
CHORUS.--So the king to his hall, etc.
We care not a straw for the limbs of the law,
Nor a fig for the cuffin queer;
While Hodge and his neighbour shall lavish and labour,
Our tent is as sure of its cheer.
CHORUS.--So the king to his hall, etc.
The worst have an awe of the harman's [constable] claw,
And the best will avoid the trap; [bailiff]
But our wealth is as free of the bailiff's see
As our necks of the twisting crap. [gallows]
CHORUS.--So the king to his hall, etc.
They say it is sweet to win the meat
For the which one has sorely wrought;
But I never could find that we lacked the mind
For the food that has cost us nought!
CHRUS.--So the king to his hall, etc.
And when we have ceased from our fearless feast
Why, our jigger [door] will need no bars;
Our sentry shall be on the owlet's tree,
And our lamps the glorious stars.
CHORUS.
So the king to his hall, and the steed to his stall,
And the cit to his bilking board;
But we are not bound to an acre of ground,
For our home is the houseless sward.
Rude as was this lawless stave, the spirit with which it was sung atoned
to the young stranger for its obscurity and quaintness; as for his host,
that curious personage took a lusty and prominent part in the chorus; nor
did the old woods refuse their share of the burden, but sent back a merry
echo to the chief's deep voice and the harsher notes of his jovial
brethren.
When the glee had ceased, King Cole rose, the whole band followed his
example, the cloth was cleared in a trice, the barrel--oh! what a falling
off was there!--was rolled into a corner of the tent, and the crew to
whom the awning belonged began to settle themselves to rest; while those
who owned the other encampment marched forth, with King Cole at their
head. Leaning with no light weight upon his guest's arm, the lover of
ancient minstrelsy poured into the youth's ear a strain of eulogy, rather
eloquent than coherent, upon the scene they had just witnessed.