Sir Ludar | Page 4

bade them come on, the alderman of the Bridge Ward rode
up.
"What! a shame on you to mar a day like this with your boyish
wrangles! Is there no wrestling-ring, or shooting-butts, or leaping-fence
where you can vent your rivalry, without flying at one another's throats
like curs? Call you that loyalty? Have we no enemies better worth our
mettle than fellow-Englishmen?"
This speech abashed us a little, and the captain of the Bridge 'prentices
said, sulkily:
"I care not to break their heads, worship; there's little to be got out of
that. Come, lads, we can find better sport in the juggler's booth."
"His worship came in a good hour for you," cried we. "Thank him you
can slink away on your own legs this time, and need no one to drag you
feet foremost off the Fields."
"Come, come," said the good alderman, "away with such foolish talk.
Let's see a match struck up. I myself will give a new long-bow and a
sheaf of arrows to the best jumper of you all. What say you? The
highest leap and the broadest? Ho, there!" added he, calling a servant to
him; "bid them clear a space for a match 'twixt the gallant 'prentices of
the Bridge and the gallant 'prentices without Temple Bar. Come, boys;
were I forty years younger I'd put you to it to distance me. But my
jumping days are gone by, and I am but a judge."
Then we gave him a cheer, the bluff old boy; and, forgetting all our
quarrel in the thought of the long-bow and arrows, we trooped at his
horse's tail to the open space, and doffed our coats in readiness for the

contest.
A great crowd stood round to see us jump. The scene remains in my
mind's eye even now. 'Prentices, bare-headed, squatted cross-legged on
the grass, bandying their noisy jests, and finding a laugh for everybody
and everything. Behind them stood a motley throng of sightseers, men,
women, and children, for the most part citizens, but interspersed here
and there with gay groups of gentlefolk, and even some who wore the
bright trappings of the Court. Behind them the beggars and pickpockets
plied their arduous calling; and in the rear of all, at a little distance,
wandered the horses of the gentles, cropping the fresh grass, with no
eye to the achievements of Temple Bar or London Bridge. Beyond
them soared the windmills and the hills of Isledon and Hoxton.
It was a scene familiar to me, for I had often taken it in before; and yet
for a while to-day it seemed new, and my eye, as I waited at the post,
wandered here and there to detect what it could be which made all seem
so strange. After a while I discovered that, wherever else they roamed,
my glances returned always to one bright spot, close by where stood a
maiden.
It seemed to me I had never known what beauty meant till I looked on
her. She was tall, and dressed more simply than many a citizen's wife,
and yet her air was that of a goddess. Every movement of her head bore
the signs of queenliness; and yet in every feature of her face lurked a
sweetness irresistible. At first sight, as you saw her, tall, erect, with her
short clustering hair and fearless eyes of blue, you would have been
tempted to suppose her a boy in disguise. Yet if you looked a moment
longer, the woman in her shone out in every step and gesture. Her
cheeks glowed with health and maidenly modesty; and her eyes, that
flashed on you one moment almost defiantly, dropped the next in
coyness and delicious confusion.
She stood there, conspicuous and radiant amid the jostling crowd, yet
wholly heedless of the glances and whispers and perplexity she drew
forth. As for me, I scarcely knew where I was, and when the alderman
cried, "Make ready, now," I obeyed him as a man in a dream.

But I recovered myself of a sudden when presently I saw the captain of
the Bridge 'prentices, who was a shorter man than I, leap over the bar as
high as his own shoulders, and heard the triumphal shouts of his
fellows. After him, one by one, came the picked men of either side, but
at each leap the bar sprung into the air, and the champions retired
worsted from the contest.
Then came my turn. I dared to dart a hurried glance where stood the
only onlooker whose applause I coveted. And she turned her head
towards me.
So I took my run and cleared the bar.
"A match! a match!" cried the crowd, closing in a step; "a match
between Will Peake and Humphrey Dexter."
"And take my