How The Earl Of Surrey And The Fair Geraldine Met In King James's Bower In The Moat

IN order to preserve unbroken the chain of events with which the last

book of this chronicle concluded, it was deemed expedient to disturb

the unity of time, so far as it related to some of the less important

characters; and it will now be necessary, therefore, to return to the

middle of June, when the Earl of Surrey's term of captivity was drawing

to a close.



As the best means of conquering the anxiety p oduced by the vision

exhibited to him by Herne, increased as it was by the loss of the relic

he had sustained at the same time, the earl had devoted himself to

incessant study, and for a whole month he remained within his chamber.

The consequence of his unremitting application was that, though he

succeeded in his design and completely regained his tranquillity, his

strength gave way under the effort, and he was confined for some days to

his couch by a low fever.



As soon as he was sufficiently recovered to venture forth, he mounted to

the summit of the Round Tower, in the hope that a walk round its breezy

battlements might conduce to his restoration to health. The day was

bright and beautiful, and a gentle wind was stirring; and as Surrey

felt the breath of heaven upon his cheek, and gazed upon the glorious.

prospect before him, he wondered that his imprisonment had not driven

him mad. Everything around him, indeed, was calculated to make the

sense of captivity painful. The broad and beautiful meads, stretching

out beneath him, seemed to invite a ramble over them; the silver river

courted a plunge into its waves, the woods an hour's retirement into

their shady recesses, The bells of Eton College rang out merrily, but

their sound saddened rather than elated him. The road between Eton and

Windsor, then marked by straggling cottages with gardens between them,

with here and there a dwelling of a better kind, was thronged with herds

of cattle and their drivers, for a fair was held that day in the town of

Windsor, to which they were hastening. Then there were country maidens

and youthful hinds in their holiday apparel, trooping towards the

bridge. Booths were erected, near which, in the Brocas meads, the rustic

sports of wrestling, running, and casting the bar were going forward,

while numbers of boats shot to and fro upon the river, and strains of

music proceeded from a large gilt barge moored to its banks. Nearer, and

in the broad green plain lying beneath the north terrace, were a company

of archers shooting at the butts. But these sights, instead of affording

pleasure to Surrey, only sharpened the anguish of his feelings by the

contrast they offered to his present position.



To distract his thoughts, he quitted the near view, and let his eye run

along the edge of the horizon, until it rested upon a small speck,

which he knew to be the lofty spire of Saint Paul's Cathedral. If, as he

supposed, the Fair Geraldine was in attendance upon Anne Boleyn, at the

palace at Bridewell, she must be under the shadow of this very spire;

and the supposition, whether correct or not, produced such quick and

stifling emotions, that the tears rushed to his eyes.



Ashamed of his weakness, he turned to the other side of the tower, and

bent his gaze upon the woody heights of the great park. These recalled

Herne the Hunter; and burning with resentment at the tricks practised

upon him by the demon, he determined that the first use he would make of

his liberty should be to seek out, and, if possible, effect the capture

of this mysterious being. Some of the strange encounters between Herne

and the king had been related to him by the officer on guard at the

Norman Tower but these only served as stimulants to the adventure. After

a couple of hours thus passed on the keep, he descended refreshed and

invigorated. The next day he was there again, and the day after that;

when, feeling that his restoration was well nigh complete, he requested

permission to pass the following evening in the dry moat of the donjon.

And this was readily accorded him.



Covered with green sod, and shaded by many tall trees growing out of

the side of the artificial mound on which the keep was built, the fosse

offered all the advantages of a garden to the prisoners who were allowed

to take exercise within it. Here, as has been mentioned, King James the

First of Scotland first beheld, from the battlements above, the lovely

Jane Beaufort take her solitary walk, and by his looks and gestures

contrived to make her sensible of the passion with which she inspired

him; and here at last, in an arbour which, for the sake of the old and

delightful legend connected with it, was kept up at the time of this

chronicle, and then bore the name of the royal poet, they had secretly

met, and interchanged their vows of affection.



Familiar with the story, familiar also with the poetic strains to which

the monarch's passion gave birth, Surrey could not help comparing his

own fate with that of the illustrious captive who had visited the spot

before him. Full of such thoughts, he pensively tracked the narrow path

winding between the grassy banks of the fosse--now casting up his eyes

to the keep--now looking towards the arbour, and wishing that he had

been favoured with such visitings as lightened the captivity of the

Scottish king. At last, he sought the bower--a charming little nest of

green leaves and roses, sheltering a bench which seemed only contrived

for lovers--and taking out his tablets, began to trace within them some

stanzas of that exquisite poem which has linked his name for ever with

the Round Tower. Thus occupied, the time stole on insensibly, and he was

not aware that he had over-stayed the limits allowed him, till he was

aroused by the voice of the officer, who came to summon him back to his

prison.



"You will be removed to your old lodging, in the Round Tower, to-morrow

night, my lord," said the officer.



"For what reason?" demanded the earl, as he followed his conductor up

the steep side of the mound. But receiving no reply, he did not renew

the inquiry.



Entering a door in the covered way at the head of the flight of steps

communicating with the Norman Tower, they descended them in silence.

Just as they reached the foot of this long staircase, the earl chanced

to cast back his eyes, and, to his inexpressible astonishment, perceived

on the landing at the head of the steps, and just before the piece of

ordnance commanding the ascent, the figure of Herne the Hunter.



Before he could utter an exclamation, the figure retreated through the

adjoining archway. Telling the officer what he had seen, Surrey would

fain have gone in quest of the fiendish spy; but the other would not

permit him; and affecting to treat the matter as a mere creation of

fancy, he hurried the earl to his chamber in the Curfew Tower.



The next day, Surrey was removed betimes to the Round Tower, and the

cause of the transfer was soon explained by the discharge of ordnance,

the braying of trumpets and the rolling of drums, announcing the arrival

of the king. From the mystery observed towards him, Surrey was led to

the conclusion that the Fair Geraldine accompanied the royal party;

but he in vain sought to satisfy himself of the truth of the surmise by

examining, through the deep embrasure of his window, the cavalcade

that soon afterwards entered the upper quadrangle. Amid the throng of

beautiful dames surrounding Anne Boleyn he could not be certain that he

detected the Fair Geraldine; but he readily distinguished the Duke

of Richmond among the nobles, and the sight awakened a pang of bitter

jealousy in his breast.



The day wore away slowly, for he could not fix his attention upon his

books, neither was he allowed to go forth upon the battlements of the

tower. In the evening, however, the officer informed him he might

take exercise within the dry moat if he was so inclined, and he gladly

availed himself of the permission.



After pacing to and fro along the walk for a short time, he entered the

arbour, and was about to throw himself upon the bench, when he observed

a slip of paper lying upon it. He took it up, and found a few lines

traced upon it in hurried characters. They ran thus:--"The Fair

Geraldine arrived this morning in the castle. If the Earl of Surrey

desires to meet her, he will find her within this arbour at midnight."



This billet was read and re-read by the young earl with feelings of

indescribable transport; but a little reflection damped his ardour,

and made him fear it might be a device to ensnare him. There was no

certainty that the note proceeded in any way from the Fair Geraldine,

nor could he even be sure that she was in the castle. Still, despite

these misgivings, the attraction was too powerful to be resisted, and

he turned over the means of getting out of his chamber, but the scheme

seemed wholly impracticable. The window was at a considerable height

above the ramparts of the keep, and even if he could reach them, and

escape the notice of the sentinels, he should have to make a second

descent into the fosse. And supposing all this accomplished how was

he to return? The impossibility of answering this latter mental

interrogation compelled him to give up all idea of the attempt.



On returning to his prison-chamber, he stationed himself at the

embrasure overlooking the ramparts, and listened to the regular tread of

the sentinel below, half resolved, be the consequences what they might,

to descend. As the appointed time approached, his anxiety became almost

intolerable, and quitting the window, he began to pace hurriedly to and

fro within the chamber, which, as has been previously observed, partook

of the circular form of the keep, and was supported in certain places

by great wooden pillars and cross-beams. But instead of dissipating

his agitation, his rapid movements seemed rather to increase it, and at

last, wrought to a pitch of uncontrollable excitement, he cried aloud--

"If the fiend were to present himself now, and offer to lead me to her,

I would follow him."



Scarcely were the words uttered than a hollow laugh broke from the

farther end of the chamber, and a deep voice exclaimed--"I am ready to

take you to her." "I need not ask who addresses me," said Surrey, after

a pause, and straining his eyes to distinguish the figure of the speaker

in the gloom.



"I will tell you who I am," rejoined the other. "I am he who visited you

once before--who showed you a vision of the Fair Geraldine--and carried

off your vaunted relic--ho! ho!"



"Avoid thee, false fiend!" rejoined Surrey, "thou temptest me now in

vain."



"You have summoned me," returned Herne; "and I will not be dismissed. I

am ready to convey you to your mistress, who awaits you in King James's

bower, and marvels at your tardiness."



"And with what design dost thou offer me this service?" demanded Surrey.



"It will be time enough to put that question when I make any condition,"

replied Herne. "Enough, I am willing to aid you. Will you go?"



"Lead on!" replied Surrey, marching towards him.



Suddenly, Herne drew a lantern from beneath the cloak in which he was

wrapped, and threw its light on a trap-door lying open at his feet.



"Descend!"



Surrey hesitated a moment, and then plunged down the steps. In another

instant the demon followed. Some hidden machinery was then set in

motion, and the trap-door returned to its place. At length, Surrey

arrived at a narrow passage, which appeared to correspond in form with

the bulwarks of the keep. Here Herne passed him, and taking the lead,

hurried along the gallery and descended another flight of steps, which

brought them to a large vault, apparently built in the foundation of the

tower. Before the earl had time to gaze round this chamber, the demon

masked the lantern, and taking his hand, drew him through a narrow

passage, terminated by a small iron door, which flew open at a touch,

and they emerged among the bushes clothing the side of the mound.



"You can now proceed without my aid," said Herne: "but take care not to

expose yourself to the sentinels."



Keeping under the shade of the trees, for the moon was shining brightly,

Surrey hastened towards the arbour, and as he entered it, to his

inexpressible delight found that he had not been deceived, but that the

Fair Geraldine was indeed there.



"How did you contrive this meeting?" she cried, after their first

greetings had passed. "And how did you learn I was in the castle, for

the strictest instructions were given that the tidings should not reach

you."



The only response made by Surrey was to press her lily hand devotedly to

his lips.



"I should not have ventured hither," pursued the Fair Geraldine, "unless

you had sent me the relic as a token. I knew you would never part with

it, and I therefore felt sure there was no deception."



"But how did you get here?" inquired Surrey.



"Your messenger provided a rope-ladder, by which I descended into the

moat," she replied.



Surrey was stupefied.



"You seem astonished at my resolution," she continued; "and, indeed,

I am surprised at it myself; but I could not overcome my desire to see

you, especially as this meeting may be our last. The king, through the

Lady Anne Boleyn, has positively enjoined me to think no more of you

and has given your father, the Duke of Norfolk, to understand that your

marriage without the royal assent will be attended by the loss of all

the favour he now enjoys."



"And think you I will submit to such tyranny?" cried Surrey.



"Alas!" replied the Fair Geraldine in a mournful tone, "I feel we shall

never be united. This conviction, which has lately forced itself upon

my mind, has not made me love you less, though it has in some degree

altered my feelings towards you."



"But I may be able to move the king," cried Surrey. "I have some claim

besides that of kindred on the Lady Anne Boleyn--and she will obtain his

consent."



"Do not trust to her," replied the Fair Geraldine. "You may have

rendered her an important service, but be not too sure of a return.

No, Surrey, I here release you from the troth you plighted to me in the

cloisters."



"I will not be released from it!" cried the earl hastily; "neither will

I release you. I hold the pledge as sacred and as binding as if we had

been affianced together before Heaven."



"For your own sake, do not say so, my dear lord," rejoined the Fair

Geraldine; "I beseech you, do not. That your heart is bound to me now,

I well believe--and that you could become inconstant I will not permit

myself to suppose. But your youth forbids an union between us for many

years; and if during that time you should behold some fairer face than

mine, or should meet some heart you may conceive more loving--though

that can hardly be--I would not have a hasty vow restrain you. Be free,

then--free at least for three years--and if at the end of that time your

affections are still unchanged, I am willing you should bind yourself to

me for ever."



"I cannot act with equal generosity to you," rejoined Surrey in a tone

of deep disappointment. "I would sooner part with life than relinquish

the pledge I have received from you. But I am content that my constancy

should be put to the test you propose. During the long term of my

probation, I will shrink from no trial of faith. Throughout Europe I

will proclaim your beauty in the lists, and will maintain its supremacy

against all comers. But, oh! sweet Geraldine, since we have met in this

spot, hallowed by the loves of James of Scotland and Jane Beaufort, let

us here renew our vows of eternal constancy, and agree to meet again at

the time you have appointed, with hearts as warm and loving as those we

bring together now."



And as he spoke he drew her towards him, and imprinted a passionate kiss

on her lips.



"Let that ratify the pledge," he said.



"Ho! ho! ho!" laughed a deep voice without.



"What was that?" demanded the Fair Geraldine in a tone of alarm.



"You have the relic, have you not?" inquired the earl in a low tone.



"No!" she replied, "your messenger merely showed it to me. But why do

you ask? Ah! I understand. The fiendish laughter that just now sounded

in my ears proceeded from--"



"Herne the Hunter," replied Surrey, in a whisper. "But fear nothing. I

will defend you with my life. Ah! accursed chance! I have no weapon."



"None would avail against him," murmured the Fair Geraldine. "Lead me

forth; I shall die if I stay here."



Supporting her in his arms, Surrey complied, but they had scarcely

gained the entrance of the arbour, when a tall figure stood before them.

It was the Duke of Richmond. A gleam of moonlight penetrating through

the leaves, fell upon the group, and rendered them distinctly visible to

each other.



"Soh!" exclaimed the duke, after regarding the pair in silence for

a moment, "I have not been misinformed. You have contrived a meeting

here."



"Richmond," said Surrey sternly, "we once were dear and loving friends,

and we are still honourable foes. I know that I am safe with you. I

know you will breathe no word about this meeting, either to the Fair

Geraldine's prejudice or mine.



"You judge me rightly, my lord," replied the duke, in a tone of equal

sternness. "I have no thought of betraying you; though, by a word to my

royal father, I could prevent all chance of future rivalry on your part.

I shall, however, demand a strict account from you on liberation."



"Your grace acts as beseems a loyal gentleman," replied Surrey.

"Hereafter I will not fail to account to you for my conduct in any way

you please."



"Oh! let me interpose between you, my lords," cried the Fair Geraldine,

"to prevent the disastrous consequences of this quarrel. I have already

told your grace I cannot love you, and that my heart is devoted to

the Earl of Surrey. Let me appeal to your noble nature--to your

generosity--not to persist in a hopeless suit."



"You have conquered madam," said the duke, after a pause. "I have been

to blame in this matter. But I will make amends for my error. Surrey, I

relinquish her to you."



"My friend!" exclaimed the earl, casting himself into the duke's arms.



"I will now endeavour to heal the wounds I have unwittingly occasioned,"

said the Fair Geraldine. "I am surprised your grace should be insensible

to attractions so far superior to mine as those of the Lady Mary

Howard."



"The Lady Mary is very beautiful, I confess," said the duke; "and if you

had not been in the way, I should assuredly have been her captive."



"I ought not to betray the secret, perhaps," hesitated the Fair

Geraldine, "but gratitude prompts me to do so. The lady is not so blind

to your grace's merits as I have been."



"Indeed!" exclaimed the duke. "If it be so, Surrey, we may yet be

brothers as well as friends."



"And that it is so I can avouch, Richmond," rejoined the earl, "for I am

in my sister's secret as well as the Fair Geraldine. But now that this

explanation has taken place, I must entreat your grace to conduct the

Fair Geraldine back to her lodgings, while I regain, the best way I can,

my chamber in the Round Tower."



"I marvel how you escaped from it," said Richmond; "but I suppose it was

by the connivance of the officer."



"He who set me free--who brought the Fair Geraldine hither--and who, I

suspect, acquainted you with our meeting, was no other than Herne the

Hunter," replied Surrey.



"You amaze me!" exclaimed the duke; "it was indeed a tall dark man,

muffled in a cloak, who informed me that you were to meet at midnight in

King James's bower in the moat, and I therefore came to surprise you."



"Your informant was Herne," replied Surrey.



"Right!" exclaimed the demon, stepping from behind a tree, where he

had hitherto remained concealed; "it was I--I, Herne the Hunter. And

I contrived the meeting in anticipation of a far different result from

that which has ensued. But I now tell you, my lord of Surrey, that it

is idle to indulge a passion for the Fair Geraldine. You will never wed

her."



"False fiend, thou liest!" cried Surrey.



"Time will show," replied Herne. "I repeat, you will wed another--and

more, I tell you, you are blinder than Richmond has shown himself--for

the most illustrious damsel in the kingdom has regarded you with eyes of

affection, and yet you have not perceived it."



"The Princess Mary?" demanded Richmond.



"Ay, the Princess Mary," repeated Herne. "How say you now, my

lord?--will you let ambition usurp the place of love?"



"No," replied Surrey. "But I will hold no further converse with thee.

Thou wouldst tempt to perdition. Hence, fiend!"



"Unless you trust yourself to my guidance, you will never reach your

chamber," rejoined Herne, with a mocking laugh. "The iron door in

the mound cannot be opened on this side, and you well know what the

consequence of a discovery will be. Come, or I leave you to your fate."

And he moved down the path on the right.



"Go with him, Surrey," cried Richmond.



Pressing the Fair Geraldine to his breast, the Earl committed her to the

charge of his friend, and tearing himself away, followed the steps of

the demon. He had not proceeded far when he heard his name pronounced by

a voice issuing from the tree above him. Looking up, he saw Herne in one

of the topmost branches, and at a sign, instantly climbed up to him. The

thick foliage screened them from observation, and Surrey concluded his

guide was awaiting the disappearance of the sentinel, who was at that

moment approaching the tree. But such apparently was not the other's

intentions; for the man had scarcely passed than Herne sprang upon the

ramparts, and the poor fellow turning at the sound, was almost scared

out of his senses at the sight of the dreaded fiend. Dropping his

halbert, he fell upon his face with a stifled cry Herne then motioned

Surrey to descend, and they marched together quickly to a low door

opening into the keep. Passing through it, and ascending a flight

of steps, they stood upon the landing at the top of the staircase

communicating with the Norman Tower, and adjoining the entrance to

Surrey's chamber.



Apparently familiar with the spot, Herne took down a large key from a

nail in the wall, against which it hung, and unlocked the door.



"Enter," he said to Surrey, "and do not forget the debt you owe to Herne

the Hunter."



And as the earl stepped into the chamber, the door was locked behind

him.