When autumn nights were long and drear,

And forest walks were dark and dim,

How sweetly on the pilgrim's ear

Was wont to steal the hermit's hymn

Devotion borrows Music's tone,

And Music took Devotion's wing;

And, like the bird that hails the sun,

They soar to heaven, and soaring sing.

The Hermit of St Clement's

Well It was after three hours' good walking that the servants of Cedric, with

their mysterious guide, arrived at a small opening in the forest, in

the centre of which grew an oak-tree of enormous magnitude, throwing

its twisted branches in every direction. Beneath this tree four or five

yeomen lay stretched on the ground, while another, as sentinel, walked

to and fro in the moonlight shade.

Upon hearing the sound of feet approaching, the watch instantly gave the

alarm, and the sleepers as suddenly started up and bent their bows. Six

arrows placed on the string were pointed towards the quarter from which

the travellers approached, when their guide, being recognised, was

welcomed with every token of respect and attachment, and all signs and

fears of a rough reception at once subsided.

"Where is the Miller?" was his first question.

"On the road towards Rotherham."

"With how many?" demanded the leader, for such he seemed to be.

"With six men, and good hope of booty, if it please St Nicholas."

"Devoutly spoken," said Locksley; "and where is Allan-a-Dale?"

"Walked up towards the Watling-street, to watch for the Prior of

Jorvaulx."

"That is well thought on also," replied the Captain;--"and where is the

Friar?"

"In his cell."

"Thither will I go," said Locksley. "Disperse and seek your companions.

Collect what force you can, for there's game afoot that must be hunted

hard, and will turn to bay. Meet me here by daybreak.--And stay," he

added, "I have forgotten what is most necessary of the whole--Two of

you take the road quickly towards Torquilstone, the Castle of

Front-de-Boeuf. A set of gallants, who have been masquerading in such

guise as our own, are carrying a band of prisoners thither--Watch them

closely, for even if they reach the castle before we collect our force,

our honour is concerned to punish them, and we will find means to do so.

Keep a close watch on them therefore; and dispatch one of your comrades,

the lightest of foot, to bring the news of the yeomen thereabout."

They promised implicit obedience, and departed with alacrity on

their different errands. In the meanwhile, their leader and his two

companions, who now looked upon him with great respect, as well as some

fear, pursued their way to the Chapel of Copmanhurst.




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