In this manner they crossed the long bridge,or tilt-yard,and took their station,with other gentlemen of quality,before the outer gate of the Gallery,or Entrance-tower.The whole amounted to about forty persons,all selected as of the first rank under that of knighthood,and were disposed in double rows on either side of the gate,like a guard of honour,within the close hedge of pikes and partisans which was formed by Leicester's retainers,wearing his liveries.The gentlemen carried no arms save their swords and daggers.These gallants were as gaily dressed as imagination could devise;and as the garb of the time permitted a great display of expensive magnificence,nought was to be seen but velvet and cloth of gold and silver,ribbons,leathers,gems,and golden chains.In spite of his more serious subjects of distress,Tressilian could not help feeling that he,with his riding-suit,however handsome it might be,made rather an unworthy figure among these fierce vanities,and the rather because he saw that his deshabille was the subject of wonder among his own friends,and of scorn among the partisans of Leicester.
We could not suppress this fact,though it may seem something at variance with the gravity of Tressilian's character;but the truth is,that a regard for personal appearance is a species of self-love,from which the wisest are not exempt,and to which the mind clings so instinctively that not only the soldier advancing to almost inevitable death,but even the doomed criminal who goes to certain execution,shows an anxiety to array his person to the best advantage.But this is a digression.
It was the twilight of a summer night (9th July,1575),the sun having for some time set,and all were in anxious expectation of the Queen's immediate approach.The multitude had remained assembled for many hours,and their numbers were still rather on the increase.A profuse distribution of refreshments,together with roasted oxen,and barrels of ale set a-broach in different places of the road,had kept the populace in perfect love and loyalty towards the Queen and her favourite,which might have somewhat abated had fasting been added to watching.They passed away the time,therefore,with the usual popular amusements of whooping,hallooing,shrieking,and playing rude tricks upon each other,forming the chorus of discordant sounds usual on such occasions.These prevailed all through the crowded roads and fields,and especially beyond the gate of the Chase,where the greater number of the common sort were stationed;when,all of a sudden,a single rocket was seen to shoot into the atmosphere,and,at the instant,far heard over flood and field,the great bell of the Castle tolled.
Immediately there was a pause of dead silence,succeeded by a deep hum of expectation,the united voice of many thousands,none of whom spoke above their breath--or,to use a singular expression,the whisper of an immense multitude.
They come now,for certain,said Raleigh.Tressilian,that sound is grand.We hear it from this distance as mariners,after a long voyage,hear,upon their night-watch,the tide rush upon some distant and unknown shore.Mass!answered Blount,I hear it rather as I used to hear mine own kine lowing from the close of Wittenswestlowe.He will assuredly graze presently,said Raleigh to Tressilian;his thought is all of fat oxen and fertile meadows.He grows little better than one of his own beeves,and only becomes grand when he is provoked to pushing and goring.We shall have him at that presently,said Tressilian,if you spare not your wit.Tush,I care not,answered Raleigh;but thou too,Tressilian,hast turned a kind of owl,that flies only by night--hast exchanged thy songs for screechings,and good company for an ivy-tod.
But what manner of animal art thou thyself,Raleigh,said Tressilian,that thou holdest us all so lightly?Who--I?replied Raleigh.An eagle am I,that never will think of dull earth while there is a heaven to soar in,and a sun to gaze upon.Well bragged,by Saint Barnaby!said Blount;but,good Master Eagle,beware the cage,and beware the fowler.Many birds have flown as high that I have seen stuffed with straw and hung up to scare kites.--But hark,what a dead silence hath fallen on them at once!The procession pauses,said Raleigh,at the gate of the Chase,where a sibyl,one of the FATIDICAE,meets the Queen,to tell her fortune.I saw the verses;there is little savour in them,and her Grace has been already crammed full with such poetical compliments.She whispered to me,during the Recorder's speech yonder,at Ford-mill,as she entered the liberties of Warwick,how she was 'PERTAESA BARBARAE LOQUELAE.'The Queen whispered to HIM!said Blount,in a kind of soliloquy;Good God,to what will this world come!His further meditations were interrupted by a shout of applause from the multitude,so tremendously vociferous that the country echoed for miles round.The guards,thickly stationed upon the road by which the Queen was to advance,caught up the acclamation,which ran like wildfire to the Castle,and announced to all within that Queen Elizabeth had entered the Royal Chase of Kenilworth.The whole music of the Castle sounded at once,and a round of artillery,with a salvo of small arms,was discharged from the battlements;but the noise of drums and trumpets,and even of the cannon themselves,was but faintly heard amidst the roaring and reiterated welcomes of the multitude.
