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t-^IDER HAGGARD'S romance. "Red Eve." la laid
LJin the period of the battle of Crecy and of the
scourge of the black death, both of these
events playing important parts in the story.
"Red Eve" opens with a prologue, which is placed
In Cathay and Is a fanciful and yet grewsome pic
ture depicting the embarking of Murgh, god of
death, on his passage from China, which he has
devastated with the plague, to the western lands,
over which he Is about to lay his scourging hand
and Its blight.
From this prologue the scene passes to Rlyth
burgh. in Suffolk, a village near to the seaport of
Dunwich, In which place dwell the families of the
Claverlngs and their -cousins, the De Cressls. The
ClaverlngC of whom the head la. ..Sir John Claverlng.
are large feudal land owners, and the De Cressls
are wealthy wool merchants at Dunwich.
Sir John Claverlng has two children—a son. John,
an" a daughter. Eve, the Red Eve of the story, so
called because of her fancy for wearing crimson,
which sets off her dark beauty.
Eve, a lady'of great character, la in love with
Hugh de Cressl, the younger son of the merchant,
a young man of many part* but small fortune, with
whom she has grown up from childhood,
Sir John Claverlng, however, will have none of
the match, partly because of a feud that has arisen
between his house and that of the De Cressls and
still more because he wishes Ms lovely daughter
to marry a great lord, half Norman and half Eng
lish, who Is named Sir Edmut-d Acour in England,
Count de Noyon In France and '.he Seigneur Cat
trlna In Italy, in all three of which oountrlea he
This Acour, a handsome but false hearted noble,
la at the time of the opening of the story staving
with the Claverlngs under pretext of visiting his
English estates, but really as a spy of King Philip
of France and to make arrangements for the Inva
sion of England. ,
The opening of the story describes the secret
meeting of Red Eve with her sweetheart, Hugh de
Cressl, in Blythburgh fen, upon a winter day. Hugh
la accompanied by one of the main characters Of
the tale, his henchman. Gray Dick, or Richard
Archer, so called for his marvelous skill with the
bow, a fatherless and' misanthropic man, who ia
supposed to be of the De Cressi blood and who cer
tainly loves Hugh like a brother*..;'
Their meeting Is interrupted by Cir John Claver
lng, Eve's father; John, he- brother, and Sir Ed
mund Acour. with a posse of knights serving
men, who finally fire the reeds in order to drive
out the sweethearts, whom they can not find.
Hugh and Eve's brother John have a desperate
fight, rolling over each other, but too close to stab.
The flurry In the snow waa at an end. John lay
on his back: De Cressl knelt on him and lifted his
short sword. \
"Do you yield?" men heard him say.
"'Nay," answered Claverlng. Then suddenly Hugh
rose and suffered his adversary to do likewise.
"I'll not stick you like a hog," he said, and some
cried, "Well done!" for the act seemed noble. Only
Acour muttered "Fool!"
Next Instant they were at It again, but this time
It was Hugh who attacked and John who gave back
right to the river's edge, for skill and courage
seemed to fall him at once.
"Turn your head, lady," said Dick, "for now one
must die." But Eve could not -
The swords flashed for the last time In the red
light. Then that of De Cress! vanished. Claverlng
threw his arms wide and fell backward. A splash
as of a great stone thrown into water, and all was
The sweethearts, escaping, swim the, Blyth In
flood In an effort to find sanctuary In the precep
tory at Dunwich.
After an exciting ana perilous passing of the
river Eve and Hugh are Joined by Gray Dick, who
when asked the outcome of the fight tells them
he shot thrice and slew three men, but the fourth
CHAPTER X (Continued).
The King Makes Hugh His Champion
WELL nigh a year had gone, for once again
the sun shown in the brazen August heav
ens. Calais had fallen at last, Only that
day six of her noblest citizens had come
forth, bearing the keys of the fortress, clad in white
shirts, with ropes about their necks, and been res
cued from instant death at the hands of the headman
by the prayer of Queen Phillippa. In his tent sat
young Sir; Hugh de Cressi,;who, after so much war
and hardship, looked older than, his years, perhaps
because of a.red scar across the forehead, which he
had come by during the siege. With him was his
father, Master de Cressi, who had sailed across from
Dunwich with a cargo of provisions, whereof, if the
truth be known, he had made no small profit, for
they were sold, every pound of them, before they left
the ship's hold, though it is true the money remained
to be collected.
"You say that Eve is well, my father?"
"Aye, well enough, son. Never saw I woman bet
ter or more beautiful, though she wears but a sad
face. I asked her if she would not sail with me and
visit you. But she answered: 'Nay, how can I, who
am another man's wife? Sir Hugh, your son, should
have killed the wolf and let the poor swan go. When
the wolf is dead them, perchance, I will visit him.
But meanwhile, say to him that Red Eve's heart is
where it always was and that, like all Dunwich, she
joys greatly in his fame and is honored in his honor.'
Moreover, to Gray Dick here she sends many mes
sages and a present of wines and spiced foods for his
stomach and of six score arrows made after his own
pattern for his quiver.'"
"But for me nothing, father?" said Hugh.
"Nothing, son, save her love, which she said was
enough. Also, in all this press of business and in my
joy at finding you safe I had almost forgotten it,
there is a letter from the holy father/Sir Andrew. I
have it somewhere in my pouch amid the bills of
exchange," and he began to hunt through the parch
ments which he carried in a bag within his robe. -
At length the letter was found. It ran thus: ' -
"To Sir Hugh de Cressi, knight, my beloved god
son: With what rejoicings I and another have heard
of your knightly deeds through the letters that you
have sent to us and from the mouths of wounded sol
diers -returned from the war your honored * father
will tell you. I thank God for them and pray, him
that this may find you unhurt and growing ever in
glory. _ ,■ .. / • _ /
/ "My, son, I have no good news for you. The pope
at Avignon, having studied the matter (if indeed it
ever reached his own ears), writes by one of his sec
retaries to say that he will not dissolve the alleged
marriage between the count of ' Noyon arid the lady
Eve of Clavering until the parties have appeared be
fore him and set out their cause to his face. There
fore Eve can not come to you, nor must you' come to
her while De Noyon lives, unless the mind of his
holiness can" be changed. Should France become
more quiet, so that English folk can travel there in
safety, perchance Eve/and I will journey to Avignon
to lay her plaint. before the holy father. But: as yet
H. RIDER HAGGARD
time he missed. "Whom?" asks Eve. "The French
man who means to marry you," ia Gray Dick's
Arriving at the preceptory of the Knights Tem
plar at Dunwich, Eve and Hugh; find themselves
given sanctuary by an, old priest,. Sir Andrew Ar
j nold, who Is In charge of the preceptory, the
Knights Templar having been ' dissolved.
Sir Andrew is of high degree and has a famous
record as a warrior. ! Also he is Red Eve's confes
sor and Hugh's godfather.
He learns the tale of slaughter ana love _nd In
turn tells a fantastic story of his experience In his
youth with Murgh, the god of death.
Early in life Sir Andrew had traveled to Cathay.
He It was who met Murgh in a marvelous temple.
Murgh in a remarkable Interview bestowed on Sir
Andrew some of his weird wisdom.
After this recital and the demand of Red Eve
and Hugh that they be forgiven and married,
Hugh's father reaches the preceptory, learns Of the
fight In the marshes and praises his son for hla
courage. He regrets that a feud Is now established
between the Claverlngs and the De Cressls, but
proceeds nevertheless to protect his son's life,
while showing pride in the fact that the old Nor
man blood In his veins Is shown In his courage.
While father and son talk Sir Andrew take* ac
tion by announcing that as part of Hugh's penance
he Is to ride to London on an errand that shall save
hla neck. The father grants permission for Hugh
to undertake the perilous ride, but asks, "To whom
does he go?" * V,
He is told that Hugh la to visit none other than'
King Edward 111, to whom he Is to carry proofs of
the treachery of Acour. Eve la to be left In charge
of Sir Andrew. Accompanied by Gray Dick and hla
men, Hugh reaches Windsor and Is graciously re
ceived by the king. VI ,-*';'"
Queen Phllllppa hears from Hugh the story of
his love for Red Eve and becomes interested. She
learn* of the battle on Blythburg heath, ' and the
king then grants a full pardon to Hugh and puts
In his hand a royal warrant calling for either the
capture or death of Acour.
Gray Dick then amazes the king and hla retinue
with an exhibition of archery, at the conclusion of
which. th* monarch exclaims, "We do not see such
shooting every day."
Meantime Red Eve Is decoyed out of the sanc
tuary by a tale of her father's illness. She finds
htm: not 111, but violently angry at the turn of
He insists that she become the bride of Acour,
and on her defiance of him . and absolute refusal
to do his bidding she is conviyed to a dungeon,
where It' Is hoped her spirit will be brcken. Her
father visits her and she again defies him, but
ha demands that she swear by a solemn oath to
break forever with Hugh de Cressl. ! Otherwise
he declares she can not regain her'freedom.
Eva remains firm, and with a curse her father
leaves her, to be followed soon by Acour, who tells
her Hugh is dead, having been beheaded by order
of the king. She refuses to listen to the knave's
professions of love and drives hint from her.
Acour then contrives to have Eve drugged
and taken to the chapel, where, half con
scious she is married to * him. Just as the
servivc Is completed Hugh arrives with the king's
warrant for the slaying or capture of Acour, and a
terrific battle takes place in the chapel when Hugh
learns what is taking place. Acour escapes, leav
ing Eve, his wife in the eyes of the church. Hugh
Is badly wounded by Sir John Claverlng, who, how
ever, dies of his wounds. Hugh, recovering, ; fol
lows Acour to France, where he arrives in time for
the battle of Crecy. lf
Hugh ana Gray Dick play a great part In the
battle, which is graphically described in the story,
Hugh all j the while seeking Acour, who, however,
escapes him b_ a shameful trick whereby he
causes another knight to be slain by Hugh in his
this seems scarcely possible. Moreover, I trust that
fhe traitor, Acour, may meet, his end in this way or
that and save us such necessity. For, as you know,
such cases take long to try and the cost of them is
great. Moreover, at the court of Avignon the cause
of one of our country must indeed be good just now
when the other party to it is of the blood of France.
"Soon I hope to write to you again, who at present
have no more to say, save that notwithstanding my
years I am well and strong and would that I sat
with you before the walls of Calais. God's blessing
and mine be on you, and to Richard the Archer
greetings. Dunwich has heard how he shot the
Frenchman before the great battle closed and the
townsfolk lit a bonfire on the walls and feasted all
the archers in his honor. ANDREW ARNOLD."
"Here is another letter," said Master de Cressi
when Hugh had finished reading,; "which Sir Andrew
charged me to give to you also," and he handed him a
(paper addressed in a large, childish hand.
Hugh broke its silk eagerly, for he knew that
writing. '. • ' ''';/
"Hugh," it began simply, "Clement the pope will
not void,my false marriage unless I appear before
him, and this as yet I can not do because of the
French wars. Moreover, he sets the curse of the
church upon me arid any man with whom I shall dare
to remarry until this be done. For myself . I would :
defy the church, but not for you or for children that
might' come to us. Moreover, the holy father, Sir 1
Andrew, forbids it, saying that God will right all in
his season and that we. must not make him wroth.
Therefore, Hugh, lover you are but husband you may
not be while De Noyon lives or until the pope gives
his dispensation of divorce, which latter may be long
in winning, for the knave De Noyon has been whis
pering in his ear. 'Hugh, this is my counsel: Get yon
to the king again and crave his leave to'follow De
Noyon, for if once you twain come face :to face I
; know well how the fray will end. Then, when he is
dead, return to one who waits for you through this
world and the next.
' "Hugh, lam proud of your great deeds. No longer
can they call you the 'merchant's son,' Sir Hugh. God
be with you, as are my prayers and love. /
\ "EVE OF CLAVERING."
«. "I forgot to . tell you , that Sir Andrew is disturbed
in heart," said Master de Cressi presently. "He looks
into a crystal which he says he brought with him
from the east, and swears he sees strange sights
there, pictures of woe such as have not been since
the beginning of the world. Of this woe he preaches
to the folk of Dunwich, warning them of judgment
to come, and they listen affrighted because they know
him to be a holy man who has the gift,of God. Yet
he says that you and I need fear nothing. May it hz
Now when he had thought a while and hidden up
Eve's letter, Hugh turned to his father and asked
him what were these sermons that Sir Andrew
preached. . *
- "I have heard but one of them, son," answered
Master de Cressi, "though there have been three.
By the holy mother, it frightened me so much that
I needed no more of that medicine. Nor, to tell truth,
when I got home again could I remember all he said,
save that it was of some frightful ill that comes upon
the world from the east and will leave it desolate.".
"And what think folk of :such talk, father?"
"Faith, son, they know not what to think. Most
say that he is mad; others that he is inspired of God.
Yet others declare that he is a wizard and that his
familiar brings him tidings from Cathay, where once
he dwelt, or, perchance, from hell itself. These went
to tho bishop, who summoned Sir Andrew and was
closeted with him for three hours. Afterward lie
called in the complainers and bade them cease their,
scandal of wizardry, since he was sure that what the
holy, father said came from above and not from be
low, and that they would do well to mend their lives
and prepare to render their account, as for his part
he should also, since the air was thick with doom.
Then he gave his benediction to the old knight and
turned away weeping, and since that hour none talk
of, wizardry but all of judgment. Men in Dunwich
who have quarreled for years forgive each other and
sing psalms instead of swearing oaths, and : I have
been paid debts that have been owing to me * for
years, all because of these sermons." ;
' "An awesome tale, truly," said Hugh. "Yet, like that
bishop, I believe that what Sir Andrew, says will come
to pass, for I know that he is not as other men are."
That nighty by special leave, Hugh waited on the king,
and with him Gray Dick, who was ever his shadow.
Leaped to Earth, and Shot Two of Them With as Many Arrows, Whereon the Other Two Ran Away.
"What is it now, Sir Hugh de Cressi?" asked Edward.
"Sire, after the great battle, nigh upon a year, ago,
you told me that I must serve you till Calais fell. I
have served.as best I could,.and" Calais has' fallen.
Now I ask, your leave to go seek my enemy
yours Sir Edmund Acour, Count de Noyon."
"Then/you must go far, Sir Hugh, for I have tid
ings that this rogue i who was not ashamed to wear
another man's armor and to save himself from your
sword, is away to Italy this six months gone, where
as the Seigneur de Cattrina, he has estates near Ven
ice*. But tell me how things stand. Doubtless that
Red Eve of strangely enough I thought of her
at Crecy when the sky grew so wondrous at night
fallis at the bottom of them." ..'•''
"That is so, sire," and he told him all the tale.
"A strange case truly, Sir Hugh," said the king
when he heard it out. "I'll write to Clement for you
both, but I doubt me whether you and your Eve will
get justice from him, being English, for England and
Englishmen find little favor at Avignon just now,
and mayhap Philip has already written on behalf of
De Noyon. At the best his holiness will shear you
close and keep you waiting while he weighs the wool.
No, Red Eve is right; this is a knot ; soonest severed
by the sword, and if you can find him De Noyon can
scarce refuse to fight- you, for you shall fight him as
the champion of our cause as well as of your own.
He's at Venice, for our envoy there reported "it" to me,
s trying to raise a fresh force of archers for the French.
"You have leave to go, Sir 'Hugh, who deserves
much more/who have served us well," went on the
king. "We'll give you letters to Sir Geoffrey Carleon,
who represents us there, and through him to the doge.
Farewell to you, Sir Hugh de Cressi, and to you, Cap-
Richard v the Archer. When all this game is
played return and make report to us of your adven
tures and. of how De Noyon died. The queen will
love to hear, the tale and your rraptials and Red Eve' 3
shall be celebrated at Westminster; in our presence,
for you have earned no Master secretary, get
your tools; I will dictate these letters. After they are
signed tomorrow see them into the hands of Sir Hugh
with others that I will give him for safe carriage, for
alas! I have creditors at Venice. Make out an open
patent also to show,that he arid this .captain travel as
our messengers, charging all that do us service to
forward them upon their journey."
Three days later Hug_h and Gray ,Dick in the char
acter of royal messengers from the king of England
to the doge of Venice took passage in a geat vessel
bound for Genoa with a cargo of wool 1 and other
goods. * On board this ship before he sailed Hugh
handed to his father letters.for" Eve and for Sir An
drew Arnold, and received from him money in plenty
for his faring bills of exchange upon certain mer
chants of Italy, which would bring him more should
it be needed.
Their parting was very sad since the prophecies of
Sir Andrew had taken no small hold upon Master de
"I fear me greatly," dear son," he said, "that we part
to meet no naore. Wel.l, such is. the lot of parents.
They breed those "children that * heaVen decrees to
them; with toil and thought and fears they rear them
up from infancy, learning to love them more than
their own souls; for their sakes fighting a hard world.
Then the sons go forth, north and south, and the
daughters find* husbands and joys and sorrows of
their own, and both half forget them, as is nature's
way. Last of all, those parents die, ,as also is na
ture's way, and the half rorgetfulness becomes whole
as surely as . the young moon ' grows' to full. Well,
well, this is a lesson that each generation must learn
in turn, as you will know ere all is done. Although
you are my youngest, I'll not shame to say I have
loved you best of all, Hugh, and made such provision
as I can for you, who have once more raised up the
old name; to honor, and who, as . I hope, will once
more blend the De Cressis and the Claverings, the
foes of three generations, into a single house." '*
"Speak not so, father," answered - Hugh, who was
moved almost to tears. "Mayhap it is I who shall
die, while you live on to a green old age. At least
know that I am not forgetful of your love and kind
ness, seeing that after Eve you are dearer to me than
any on the earth." y
"Aye, aye, after Eve and Eve's children. Still,
you'll have a kind thought for me now and then—
the old merchant who so often thwarted you when
you* were a wayward lad—for your own good, as he
held. For what more can a father hope? But let
us not weep before all these stranger men. Farewell,
son Hugh, of whom liam :so proud. Farewell, sbn
Hugh," and he embraced him arid went across the
gangway, for the sailors were already singing their
chanty at the anchor. „ -
"I never had a father that I can mind," said Gray.
Dick aloud to himfelf, after his fashion, "yet now I
wish I had, for I'd like to think -011 his last words
when there was nothing else to do. It's an ugly
world as I see it, but there's beauty in such love as
this. The man for the maid and : tne maid; for the
man— they want each other. But the father
and the mother— give all and take nothing. Oh,
there's beauty in such love as this, so perhaps God
made it. '.' Only, then, how did he make Crecy field
and Calais siege and my black bow, and me the death
who draws it?" *
The voyage to Genoa was very long, for at this
season of the year the 'winds were ; light and for the
most " part contrary. At > length, however, Hugh and
Dick came there safe and sound, and having landed
and bid farewell to the captain and crew of the ship,
waited on the head of a great trading house with
which : Master de Cressi had dealings. This . signor,
who .could speak French, gave them lodging and wel
comed them well, both for the sake of Hugh's father
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and because they came as messengers from the king;
of England. On the morrow of their arrival he took
them to a great lord in authority, who .was called a
duke. This duke, when he learned that one was a
knight and the other a captain archer of the English
army and that they both had fought at Crecy, where
so many of his countrymenthe Genoese bowmen—>
had been slain, looked on them somewhat sourly.
Had he known all the part they played in that bat
tle, in truth his welcome would have been a rough
one. For Hugh, with the guile of the serpent, told
him that the brave Genoese had been slain, not by
the English arrows, for which even with their wet
strings they were quite a match (here Dick, who was
standing to one side, grinned faintly and stroked the
case of his black bow, as though to bid it keep its
memories to itself), but to the cowardly French, their
allies. Indeed, his tale of that horrible and treacher
ous slaughter was so moving that the duke burst into
tears and swore that he would cut the throat of every
Frenchman whom he could lay hands on.
After this he began to extol the merits of the cross
bow as against the long arm of the English, and
Hugh agreed that there was much'in what he said.
But Gray Dick, who was no courtier, did not agree.
Indeed, of a sudden he broke in in his bad French,
offering to fight any cross bowman in Genoa at six
score yards, so that the duke might learn which was_*B
the better weapon. But Hugh trod on hla foot and
explained that he meant something quite "different,
being no master of the French tongue. So that cloud
passed by. \
The end of it was that this duke, or doge, whose '
name they learned was Simon Boccanera, gave thorn
safe conduct through all his dominion, with an order;
for relays of horses. Also, he made. use of them to
take a letter to the doge of Venice, between whir'_^
town and Genoa, although they hated each other bit*
terly, there was at the moment some kind of hollow
truce. So having drunk a cup of wine with him they;
bade him farewell. • .
; Next morning, the horses having arrived, and with
them two led beasts to carry their baggage in charge^
of a Genoese guide, they departed! on their long ride
of something more than 200 English miles, which
they hoped to cover in about a week. In fact, it took
them 10 days, for the roads were very rough and the
pack beasts slow. Once, too, after they had entered
the: territory of Venice, they were set on in a defile
by four thieves, and might have met their end had not
Gray Dick's eyes been so sharp. As it was, he saw
them coming and^aving his bow at hand, for he did
not like the '. look of the country or its inhabitants,
leaped to earth and shot two of them with as many
arrows, whereon the other two ran away. Before
they went,* however, they also shot and killed a pack
beast, so that the Englishmen were obliged to throw
away some of their gear and go on with the one that
remained. ' " «(_ """"" —-■.
At last, on the eleventh afternoon, they taw the
lovely city of Venice, sparkling like a cluster of jew
els, set upon its many , islands amid the blue waters
of the Adriatic. Having crossed : some two miles of
open water by a ferry which plied for the convenience
of travelers,; they entered the town through the west
ern gate and Inquired as best they could (for now -
they had no guide) for the house of Sir Geoffrey
Carleori, the English envoy. For a long while they
could make no one understand. Indeed, the whole
place seemed to be asleep, perhaps because of the *__•
dreadful heat, which lay over it like a cloud and
seemed;to burn them to; the very bone*.
(To be s continued.)
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