The Hollow Land | Page 2

was counted a strong knight, and well spoken of, by then I first put on
my armour.
Then, one night, as I lay dreaming, I felt a hand laid on my face, and
starting up saw Arnald before me fully armed. He said, "Florian, rise
and arm."
I did so, all but my helm, as he was.
He kissed me on the forehead; his lips felt hot and dry; and when they
bought torches, and I could see his face plainly, I saw he was very pale.
He said: "Do you remember, Florian, this day sixteen years ago? It is a
long time, but I shall never forget it unless this night blots out its
memory."
I knew what he meant, and because my heart was wicked, I rejoiced
exceedingly at the thought of vengeance, so that I could not speak, but
only laid my palm across his lips.
"Good; you have a good memory, Florian. See now, I waited long and
long: I said at first, I forgive her; but when the news came concerning
the death of the king, and how that she was shameless, I said I will take
it as a sign, if God does not punish her within certain years, that he
means me to do so; and I have been watching and watching now these
two years for an opportunity, and behold it is come at last; and I think
God has certainly given her into OUR hands, for she rests this night,
this very Christmas eve, at a small walled town on the frontier, not two
hours' gallop from this; they keep little ward there, and the night is wild:
moreover, the prior of a certain house of monks, just without the walls,
is my fast friend in this matter, for she has done him some great injury.
In the courtyard below a hundred and fifty knights and squires, all
faithful and true, are waiting for us: one moment and we shall be gone."

Then we both knelt down, and prayed God to give her into our hands:
we put on our helms, and went down into the courtyard.
It was the first time I expected to use a sharp sword in anger, and I was
full of joy as the muffled thunder of our horse-hoofs rolled through the
bitter winter night.
In about an hour and a half we had crossed the frontier, and in half an
hour more the greater part bad halted in a wood near the Abbey, while I
and a few others went up to the Abbey gates, and knocked loudly four
times with my sword-hilt, stamping on the ground meantime. A long,
low whistle answered me from within, which I in my turn answered:
then the wicket opened, and a monk came out, holding a lantern. He
seemed yet in the prime of life, and was a tall, powerful man. He held
the lantern to my face, then smiled, and said, "The banners hang low." I
gave the countersign, "The crest is lopped off." "Good my son," said he;
"the ladders are within here. I dare not trust any of the brethren to carry
them for you, though they love not the witch either, but are
timorsome."
"No matter," I said, "I have men here." So they entered and began to
shoulder the tall ladders: the prior was very busy. "You will find them
just the right length, my son, trust me for that." He seemed quite a jolly,
pleasant man, I could not understand his nursing furious revenge; but
his face darkened strangely whenever he happened to mention her
name.
As we were starting he came and stood outside the gate, and putting his
lantern down that the light of it might not confuse his sight, looked
earnestly into the night, then said: "The wind has fallen, the snow
flakes get thinner and smaller every moment, in an hour it will be
freezing hard, and will be quite clear; everything depends'upon the
surprise being complete; stop a few minutes yet, my son." He went
away chuckling, and returned presently with two more sturdy monks
carrying something: they threw their burdens down before my feet, they
consisted of all the white albs in the abbey: "There, trust an old man,
who has seen more than one stricken fight in his carnal days; let the
men who scale the walls put these over their arms, and they will not be
seen in the least. God make your sword sharp, my son."
So we departed, and when I met Amald again, he said that what the
prior had done was well thought of; so we agreed that I should take

thirty men, an old squire of our house, well skilled in war, along with
them, scale the walls as quietly as