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Lays and Legends (Second Series)
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Stout was our heart, as man's must be
In such brave cause as this.
But Sir Hugh walked the castle wall,
And oh! his heart was sore,
For the foe held fast the only son
His dead wife ever bore.
The castle gates were firm and fast,
Strong was the castle wall,
Yet bore Sir Hugh an aching heart
For the thing that might befal.
He looked out to the pearly east,
Ere day began to break:
"God save my boy till evensong,"
He said, "for Mary's sake!"
He looked out on the western sky
When the sun sank, blood-red:
"God keep my son till morning light
For His son's sake," he said.
And morn and eve, and noon and night,
His heart one prayer did make:
"God keep my boy, my little one,
For his dear dead mother's sake!"
At last, worn out with bootless siege —
Our walls being tall and stout —
The rebel captain neared our gates
With a flag of truce held out.
"A word, Sir Hugh, a word with you,
Ere yet it be too late;
We have a prisoner and would know
What is to be his fate.
"Yield up your castle, or he dies!
'Tis thus the bargain stands:
His body in our hands we hold,
His life is in your hands!"
Sir Hugh looked down across the moat
And, in the sunlight fair,
He saw the child's blue, frightened eyes
And tangled golden hair.
He saw the little arms held out;
The little voice rang thin:
"O father dear, undo the gates!
O father – let me in!"
Sir Hugh leaned on the battlements;
His voice rang strong and true:
"My son – I cannot let thee in,
As my heart bids me do;
"If I should open and let thee in,
I let in, with thee, shame:
And that thing never shall be done
By one who bears our name!
"For honour and our king command
And we must needs obey;
So bear thee as a brave man's son,
As I will do this day."
The boy looked up, his shoulders squared,
Threw back his bright blond hair:
"Father, I will not be the one
To shame the name we bear.
"And, whatsoever they may do,
Whether I live or die,
I'll bear me as a brave man's son,
For that, thank God, am I!"
Then spake Sir Hugh unto the foe,
He spake full fierce and free:
"Ye cowards, deem ye, ye have affair
With cowards such as ye be?
"What? I must yield my castle up,
Or else my son be slain?
I trow ye never had to do
Till now with honest men!
"'Tis but by traitors such as you
That such foul deeds be done;
Not to betray his king and cause
Did I beget my son!
"My son was bred to wield the sword
And hew down knaves like you,
Or, at the least, die like a man,
As he this day shall do!
"And, since ye lack a weapon meet
To take so good a life
In such brave cause as this.
But Sir Hugh walked the castle wall,
And oh! his heart was sore,
For the foe held fast the only son
His dead wife ever bore.
The castle gates were firm and fast,
Strong was the castle wall,
Yet bore Sir Hugh an aching heart
For the thing that might befal.
He looked out to the pearly east,
Ere day began to break:
"God save my boy till evensong,"
He said, "for Mary's sake!"
He looked out on the western sky
When the sun sank, blood-red:
"God keep my son till morning light
For His son's sake," he said.
And morn and eve, and noon and night,
His heart one prayer did make:
"God keep my boy, my little one,
For his dear dead mother's sake!"
At last, worn out with bootless siege —
Our walls being tall and stout —
The rebel captain neared our gates
With a flag of truce held out.
"A word, Sir Hugh, a word with you,
Ere yet it be too late;
We have a prisoner and would know
What is to be his fate.
"Yield up your castle, or he dies!
'Tis thus the bargain stands:
His body in our hands we hold,
His life is in your hands!"
Sir Hugh looked down across the moat
And, in the sunlight fair,
He saw the child's blue, frightened eyes
And tangled golden hair.
He saw the little arms held out;
The little voice rang thin:
"O father dear, undo the gates!
O father – let me in!"
Sir Hugh leaned on the battlements;
His voice rang strong and true:
"My son – I cannot let thee in,
As my heart bids me do;
"If I should open and let thee in,
I let in, with thee, shame:
And that thing never shall be done
By one who bears our name!
"For honour and our king command
And we must needs obey;
So bear thee as a brave man's son,
As I will do this day."
The boy looked up, his shoulders squared,
Threw back his bright blond hair:
"Father, I will not be the one
To shame the name we bear.
"And, whatsoever they may do,
Whether I live or die,
I'll bear me as a brave man's son,
For that, thank God, am I!"
Then spake Sir Hugh unto the foe,
He spake full fierce and free:
"Ye cowards, deem ye, ye have affair
With cowards such as ye be?
"What? I must yield my castle up,
Or else my son be slain?
I trow ye never had to do
Till now with honest men!
"'Tis but by traitors such as you
That such foul deeds be done;
Not to betray his king and cause
Did I beget my son!
"My son was bred to wield the sword
And hew down knaves like you,
Or, at the least, die like a man,
As he this day shall do!
"And, since ye lack a weapon meet
To take so good a life
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