"A sorry thing to hide my head 360 CANTO SIXTH.-THE BATTLE. THE ARGUMENT. As Clare one evening walks and muses on the battlements of Tantallon, the Palmer reveals himself to her as De Wilton, and tells her his history since his overthrow at Cottiswold field. Tended till his recovery by Austin his beadsman, he had wandered with him as a palmer in many lands. He had returned to England, and on his way to Scotland chance threw him into Marmion's train. He had unhorsed him on Gifford-moor, and was restrained from slaying him only by his promise to the dying Austin to spare his life. He had told his tale to Douglas, to whom also he had exposed the treachery of Marmion. At midnight, in the chapel of the hold, Wilton is anew dubbed knight by the sword of Angus; and at dawn he sets out for the camp of Surrey. A few hours later, Marmion also starts with his band and Clare, after a sharp altercation with Lord Angus. On the way, Blount and Fitz-Eustace tell Marmion that they had seen the Palmer depart at daybreak clad in full armour, and mounted on Angus's favourite steed, and that he had borne a striking resemblance to De Wilton. Marmion now understands both who his adversary on Gifford-moor really was, and why Douglas had treated him so haughtily on his departure. When they reach the field of battle at Flodden, he orders Eustace and Blount, with ten archers, to remain with Clare at a point which commands the entire field. He dashes on with the rest of his train to join Lord Surrey, and is received with acclamations by the host. Blount frets and fumes at being left outside the battle, which is raging within his view. He rushes off, followed by the archers who formed Clare's body-guard, leaving her in charge of Fitz-Eustace alone. Presently Marmion's horse darts by, blood-stained and riderless. Eustace in alarm rushes into the fight, and Clare is left alone. Two horsemen bear Marmion towards her. Forgetting her animosity, she tends him, gives him water to drink, and binds his wound. But he lives only long enough to hear the shouts of the victorious English. A monk leads Clare from the battle-field. As they leave it, the strife grows more desperate. King James falls, surrounded by his bravest lords. Much of the credit of the victory is given to De Wilton, who afterwards clears his name of the stain that had been cast upon it, and is, by consent of the King and the kinsmen of Clare, rewarded with her hand. I. WHILE great events were on the gale, And, like the impatient steed of war, While these things were, the mournful Clare A life both dull and dignified ; Yet as Lord Marmion nothing pressed 3 Dejected Clara well could bear The formal state, the lengthened prayer, I said, Tantallon's dizzy steep Which, when the tempest vexed the sky, Did o'er its Gothic entrance bear, And in the chief three mullets stood,"- Which, mounted, gave you access where Did seaward round the castle go. Bulwark, and bartizan, and line, And bastion, tower, and vantage-coign: 6 The far-projecting battlement; The billows burst, in ceaseless flow, Upon the precipice below. 50 Where'er Tantallon faced the land, Gate-works and walls were strongly manned: No need upon the sea-girt side And thus these lines, and ramparts rude, And, for they were so lonely, Clare 7 09 From Red De Clare, stout Gloster's Earl: 8 70 He ne'er shall bend, although he break. "But see!-what makes this armour here ?" 66 Targe, corslet, helm ;-she viewed them near.- 9 As these dark blood-gouts say.- She raised her eyes in mournful mood,- It might have seemed his passing ghost, Gave their strange wildness to his eyes.- And question kind, and fond reply. 80 90 [De Wilton narrates his history since his defeat at Cottiswold. On recovering consciousness, he found himself in the cell of his beadsman, Austin, by whom he was faithfully tended till his wounds were healed. With him he left England; and, dressed as a palmer, wandered over many lands. Austin fell sick and died. But on his death-bed he made De Wilton promise that if ever his deadliest enemy was in his power, he would spare him "for Austin's sake." He had returned to England. Chance had made him Marmion's guide. He might have slain him on Giffordmoor, but for his promise to Austin. He was glad he had not done so, as the packet given him by the Abbess of Whitby would enable him to clear his character, and to convict Marmion of fraud. Douglas was now his friend; and that knight would restore him to the honours of knighthood.] II. That night, upon the rocks and bay But chief where archèd windows wide The sober glances fall. Much was there need; though, seamed with scars,10 Though two grey priests were there, And each a blazing torch held high, You could not by their blaze descry Amid that dim and smoky light, Chequering the silvery moon-shine bright, A noble lord of Douglas blood, With mitre sheen, and rocquet white.12 100 110 More pleased that, in a barbarous age,13 120 130 For He, who honour best bestows, De Wilton sobbed, for sob he must—17 That Douglas is my brother!"— Not far advanced was morning day, He had safe conduct for his band, 66 18 Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown." But Marmion stopped to bid adieu: "Of cold respect to stranger guest, 140 150 19 160 While in Tantallon's towers I stayed; Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, "My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still 20 Be open, at my Sovereign's will, 170 To each one whom he lists, howe'er 21 And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp." Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, 180 And "This to me !" he said,— "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard,22 Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! |