While yet they gaze, the bridges fall, The wicket opes, and from the wall Rides forth the hoary Seneschal. XVIII. Armed he rode, all save the head, His white beard o'er his breast-plate spread; Unbroke by age, erect his seat, He ruled his eager courser's gait; Forced him, with chastened fire, to prance, And, high curvetting, slow advance: His squire, attending in the rear, Lord Howard and Lord Dacre stout Sped to the front of their array, To hear what this old knight should say. XIX. "Ye English warden lords, of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch, Why, 'gainst the truce of Border-tide, With Kendal bow, and Gilsland brand, And all yon mercenary band, Upon the bounds of fair Scotland? My Ladye reads you swith return; Shall warm your hearths in Cumberland." XX.. A wrathful man was Dacre's lord, But calmer Howard took the word: May't please thy Dame, Sir Seneschal, To seek the castle's outward wall; Our pursuivant-at-arms shall shew, To the walls' outward circle came; Each chief around leaned on his spear, To see the pursuivant appear. All in Lord Howard's livery dressed, The lion argent decked his breast; He led a boy of blooming hue-- And thus his master's will he said. XXI. “ It irks, high Dame, my noble Lords, But yet they may not tamely see, OTH NVI Your law-contemning kinsmen ride, And burn and spoil the Border-side; And ill beseems your rank and birth To make your towers a flemens-firth *. That he may suffer march-treason pain†: It was but last St Cuthbert's even He pricked to Stapleton on Leven, And slew his brother by dint of glaive. These restless riders may not tame, Either receive within thy towers Two hundred of my master's powers, Or straight they sound their warison ||, And this fair boy, to London led, Shall good King Edward's page be bred." * An asylum for outlaws. + Border treason. || Note of assault. XXII. He ceased-and loud the Boy did cry, Implored for aid each well-known face, And dark and sad each warrior frowned Unaltered and collected stood, And thus replied, in dauntless mood. XXIII. "Say to your Lords of high emprize, Who war on women and on boys, That either William of Deloraine Will cleanse him, by oath, of march-treason stain, Or else he will the combat take 'Gainst Musgrave, for his honour's sake. |