Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-07-12

house, a thousand more heralding the affair
In the purlieus of the palace. Bound hand
ana foot now, Knocked by every tongue
spat upon, buffeted, the poets son was
lifted up as some mummy for the peoples
sport, some beast they had Gagged for the
hailing. None pitied him, none cried Cod
speed They had no grace for the van
pushed. With destiny this man had Wres-
tied, to destiny must he pay the price Men
SAID that his head would grin from Lon
don bridge before the week had run Those
who had feared him greatly an hour ago
would have torn him limb from limb if the
| archers had permitted But the forty out
OF Sherwood closed about that pitiful figure:
they beat the people back; they befriended
| one whom all had deserted
Now, it befell that the running heralds
| of the downfall came to St James ahead
| OF the archers who buffeted the people
ana as each one entered in his tale was
| ever OF Roy and those who had followed
him to the peril of the fields Maxine.
known to all the strange deeds of that dav
! they spoke chiefly of the outlaw and The
| brave part he had played since liberty was
! given MIN. Which fair report. coming to
| my lord chancellor's ears, was by him verv
honestly carried to the queen, and so re-
! celved that he repented anon the generosity
which babe him speak
! 1our majesty, he said. "God and Our
| lady be thanked for this days work your
| outlaw has taken Wyatt and rides even 70
| the palace gate with him
| so greatly had the news wrought unon
| MN, the record says, that he must Stun
/ Bile with the words and burst in unan
| Queen Mary one that had won fortune
| of an hour; but the queen, whose couraee
| was well remembered by them all would
| confess no surprise of II nor ,nni,s -:
| haste. p9 Ills
| You come, my lord, upon a pleasant or
| rama is tnls the voice that counseled mo
this day to feu to my fathers palace at
hampton ana trust myself to God Ay, We
wear stout hearts, but We hide them well
| These We're those that would ride fortb
| upon the instant. Let them ride now T he
| seecn you, that they come to some renem-
! brance of their shame" "
| 1t is written that nv lord kneu, M. -.
| 10 answer her; but while he would have
| made excuse. she bethought herself Of -
command which had been in her mind from
! the first u iioii
For this Roy. the outlaw. whom so,,o
have known as the Count of Brieyes 7 hid
you write our pardon. Let the daughter Of
bernard of Ollerton be confirmed in her
estate and molested by none Ye will hoo =
| TINS 10 the count with your own hand Ve
owe MIN some honest apology. Nav an
s"er nothing, my lord-were 1t not for this
man man you Knocked your head. assuredIy. had
oeen the first his fellows asked
MY Lord, they say, buttoued bis ,,a1,,o.
| ape win nervous fingers, and went in III
concealed humor to do her majesty's bid
hins: me palace by this time echoed the
| busy footsteps of them who came in and
OUT with their loud-tongued news of victory
AS storm cloud which bursts harmlessly
.ne tempest of fear passed from London
| ana the outskirts. For very ioy strangers
! Kissed In the streets and gave thanks tn
GOD The churches were filed with thank.
iui women; the streets awoke to the old
| habit of sale and barter and the common
! anairs But of Roy, the outlaw. MANY in
the palace spoke. and it came anon to NV
| Lord Gardiner that the queen had SIM,
| honed MIN. and that he had gone to her
| she hath hung a chain of gold ahout
MS neck, and kissed him on the cheek We
are not heard of today, nv lord Seal
| 1avor of him If We would do wisely-he ma v
| YET crave one good head upon a charger =
Roy was with the queen. indeed. in a
| niue room OF the palace, that gave upon
the chapel, and boosted a splendid arras
Wn1ch a pope had sent to King Harry.
! 1ere' all dusty. his cloak torn, his boots
| green with the grass, his Lincoln green
stained with the bed he had slept upon he
told Mary the story of the morning and
was by her called friend" Nay. there
were tears in her eyes the record saws.
ana when presently my lady came timidly
! 10 the room, and Roy held out strong arms
TO her. crying. Thou best beloved, tell me
1t is well with thee" took in a close EN-
Drace which none might shame the queen
herself must turn for very weeping and be-
come all womaniy for very tenderness.
| Thou friend of mine-how shall I saw
| leave me-? Need enough have of brave
| hearts that this one should know me no
| more. .. my gratitude sneaks i'll of all
| that l would tell thee. Thou wilt come
| again-to London, to my home?"
He answered her that, God helping him.