In my time I have seen a boy do wonders.
Robin,the red tinker,had a boy Would ha run through a cat-hole.THE COXCOMB.
Amid the universal bustle which filled the Castle and its environs,it was no easy matter to find out any individual;and Wayland was still less likely to light upon Tressilian,whom he sought so anxiously,because,sensible of the danger of attracting attention in the circumstances in which he was placed,he dared not make general inquiries among the retainers or domestics of Leicester.He learned,however,by indirect questions,that in all probability Tressilian must have been one of a large party of gentlemen in attendance on the Earl of Sussex,who had accompanied their patron that morning to Kenilworth,when Leicester had received them with marks of the most formal respect and distinction.He further learned that both Earls,with their followers,and many other nobles,knights,and gentlemen,had taken horse,and gone towards Warwick several hours since,for the purpose of escorting the Queen to Kenilworth.
Her Majesty's arrival,like other great events,was delayed from hour to hour;and it was now announced by a breathless post that her Majesty,being detained by her gracious desire to receive the homage of her lieges who had thronged to wait upon her at Warwick,it would be the hour of twilight ere she entered the Castle.The intelligence released for a time those who were upon duty,in the immediate expectation of the Queen's appearance,and ready to play their part in the solemnities with which it was to be accompanied;and Wayland,seeing several horsemen enter the Castle,was not without hopes that Tressilian might be of the number.That he might not lose an opportunity of meeting his patron in the event of this being the case,Wayland placed himself in the base-court of the Castle,near Mortimer's Tower,and watched every one who went or came by the bridge,the extremity of which was protected by that building.Thus stationed,nobody could enter or leave the Castle without his observation,and most anxiously did he study the garb and countenance of every horseman,as,passing from under the opposite Gallery-tower,they paced slowly,or curveted,along the tilt-yard,and approached the entrance of the base-court.
But while Wayland gazed thus eagerly to discover him whom he saw not,he was pulled by the sleeve by one by whom he himself would not willingly have been seen.
This was ****ie Sludge,or Flibbertigibbet,who,like the imp whose name he bore,and whom he had been accoutred in order to resemble,seemed to be ever at the ear of those who thought least of him.Whatever were Wayland's internal feelings,he judged it necessary to express pleasure at their unexpected meeting.
Ha!is it thou,my minikin--my miller's thumb--my prince of cacodemons--my little mouse?Ay,said ****ie,the mouse which gnawed asunder the toils,just when the lion who was caught in them began to look wonderfully like an ass.Thy,thou little hop-the-gutter,thou art as sharp as vinegar this afternoon!But tell me,how didst thou come off with yonder jolterheaded giant whom I left thee with?I was afraid he would have stripped thy clothes,and so swallowed thee,as men peel and eat a roasted chestnut.Had he done so,replied the boy,he would have had more brains in his guts than ever he had in his noddle.But the giant is a courteous monster,and more grateful than many other folk whom Ihave helped at a pinch,Master Wayland Smith.Beshrew me,Flibbertigibbet,replied Wayland,but thou art sharper than a Sheffield whittle!I would I knew by what charm you muzzled yonder old bear.Ay,that is in your own manner,answered ****ie;you think fine speeches will pass muster instead of good-will.However,as to this honest porter,you must know that when we presented ourselves at the gate yonder,his brain was over-burdened with a speech that had been penned for him,and which proved rather an overmatch for his gigantic faculties.Now this same pithy oration had been indited,like sundry others,by my learned magister,Erasmus Holiday,so I had heard it often enough to remember every line.As soon as I heard him blundering and floundering like a fish upon dry land,through the first verse,and perceived him at a stand,I knew where the shoe pinched,and helped him to the next word,when he caught me up in an ecstasy,even as you saw but now.I promised,as the price of your admission,to hide me under his bearish gaberdine,and prompt him in the hour of need.I have just now been getting some food in the Castle,and am about to return to him.That's right--that's right,my dear ****ie,replied Wayland;haste thee,for Heaven's sake!else the poor giant will be utterly disconsolate for want of his dwarfish auxiliary.Away with thee,****ie!Ay,ay!answered the boy--away with ****ie,when we have got what good of him we can.You will not let me know the story of this lady,then,who is as much sister of thine as I am?Why,what good would it do thee,thou silly elf?said Wayland.
Oh,stand ye on these terms?said the boy.Well,I care not greatly about the matter--only,I never smell out a secret but Itry to be either at the right or the wrong end of it,and so good evening to ye.Nay,but,****ie,said Wayland,who knew the boy's restless and intriguing disposition too well not to fear his enmity--stay,my dear ****ie--part not with old friends so shortly!Thou shalt know all I know of the lady one day.Ay!said ****ie;and that day may prove a nigh one.Fare thee well,Wayland--I will to my large-limbed friend,who,if he have not so sharp a wit as some folk,is at least more grateful for the service which other folk render him.And so again,good evening to ye.So saying,he cast a somerset through the gateway,and lighting on the bridge,ran with the extraordinary agility which was one of his distinguishing attributes towards the Gallery-tower,and was out of sight in an instant.
