"You promised me, count," a tall knight standing by his side said, "that if he were taken alive, the commander of this castle should be my prisoner.""I did so, Sir Phillip Holbeaut.When you proposed this adventure to me, and offered to place your following at my command, I agreed to the request you made me; but mind," he said sternly, "my knightly word has been given for his safety.See that he receives fair and gentle treatment at your hand.I would not that aught should befall so brave a knight.""I seek him no harm," the knight said angrily; "but I know that he is one of the knights of the Black Prince's own suite, and that his ransom will be freely paid, and as my coffers are low from the expenses of the war, Iwould fain replenish them at the expense of the English prince.""I said not that I doubted you, Sir Phillip," the count said calmly; "but as the knight surrendered on my word, it was needful that I should warn you to treat him as I myself should do did he remain in my hands, and to give him fair treatment until duly ransomed.""I should be glad, count," Walter said, "if you will suffer me to take with me as companion in my captivity this man-at-arms.He is strongly attached to me, and we have gone through many perils together; it will lighten my captivity to have him by my side.""Surely I will do so, Sir Walter, and wish that your boon had been a larger one.The rest I will take back with me to Amiens, there to hold until exchanged for some of those who at various times have fallen into your king's hands.And now to work, men; lose not a moment in stripping the castle of all that you choose to carry away, then apply fire to the storehouses, granaries, and the hold itself.I would not that it remained standing to serve as an outpost for the English."The horses were brought from the stables.Walter and Ralph took their horses by the bridle, and followed Sir Phillip Holbeaut through the now open gates of the castle to the spot where the horses of the besiegers were picketed.The knight, and his own men-at-arms, who had at the beginning of the day numbered a hundred and fifty, but who were now scarcely two-thirds of that strength, at once mounted with their prisoners, and rode off from the castle.A few minutes later a glare of light burst out from behind them.The count's orders had been obeyed; fire had been applied to the stores of forage, and soon the castle of Pres was wrapped in flames.
"I like not our captor's manner," Ralph said to Walter as they rode along side by side.
"I agree with you, Ralph.I believe that the reason which he gave the count for his request was not a true one, though, indeed, I can see no other motive which he could have for seeking to gain possession of me.Sir Phillip, although a valiant knight, bears but an indifferent reputation.Ihave heard that he is a cruel master to his serfs, and that when away fighting in Germany he behaved so cruelly to the peasantry that even the Germans, who are not nice in their modes of warfare, cried out against him.
It is an evil fortune that has thrown us into his hands; still, although grasping and avaricious, he can hardly demand for a simple knight any inordinate ransom.The French themselves would cry out did he do so, seeing that so large a number of their own knights are in our hands, and that the king has ample powers of retaliation; however, we need not look on the dark side.It is not likely that our captivity will be a long one, for the prince, who is the soul of generosity, will not haggle over terms, but will pay my ransom as soon as he hears into whose hands I have fallen, while there are scores of men-at-arms prisoners, whom he can exchange for you.
Doubtless Sir Phillip will send you over, as soon as he arrives at his castle, with one of his own followers to treat for my ransom.
After riding for some hours the troop halted their weary horses in a wood, and lighting fires, cooked their food, and then lay down until morning.Sir Phillip exchanged but few words with his captive; as, having removed his helm, he sat by the fire, Walter had an opportunity of seeing his countenance.It did not belie his reputation.His face had a heavy and brutal expression which was not decreased by the fashion of his hair, which was cut quite short, and stood up without parting all over his bullet-shaped head; he had a heavy and bristling moustache which was cut short in a line with his lips.
"It is well," Walter thought to himself, "that it is my ransom rather than my life which is dear to that evil-looking knight; for, assuredly, he is not one to hesitate did fortune throw a foe into his hands."At daybreak the march was resumed, and was continued until they reached the castle of Sir Phillip Holbeaut, which stood on a narrow tongue of land formed by a sharp bend of the Somme.
On entering the castle the knight gave an order to his followers, and the prisoners were at once led to a narrow cell beneath one of the towers.
Walter looked round indignantly when he arrived there.
"This is a dungeon for a felon," he exclaimed, "not the apartment for a knight who has been taken captive in fair fight.Tell your master that he is bound to award me honourable treatment, and that unless he removes me instantly from this dungeon to a proper apartment, and treats me with all due respect and courtesy, I will, when I regain liberty, proclaim him a dishonoured knight."The men-at-arms made no reply; but, locking the door behind them, left the prisoners alone.
"What can this mean, Ralph?" Walter exclaimed."We are in the lowest dungeon, and below the level of the river.See how damp are the walls, and the floor is thick with slimy mud.The river must run but just below that loophole, and in times of flood probably enters here."Phillip of Holbeaut, on dismounting, ascended to an upper chamber, where a man in the dress of a well-to-do citizen was sitting.
