Our men had got into their places leisurely and coolly enough,and with no lack of jesting and laughter.As we went along the hedge by the road,the leaders tore off leafy twigs from the low oak bushes therein,and set them for a rallying sign in their hats and headpieces,and two or three of them had horns for blowing.
Will Green,when he got into his place,which was thirty yards from where Jack Straw and the billmen stood in the corner of the two hedges,the road hedge and the hedge between the close and field,looked to right and left of him a moment,then turned to the man on the left and said:
"Look you,mate,when you hear our horns blow ask no more questions,but shoot straight and strong at whatso cometh towards us,till ye hear more tidings from Jack Straw or from me.Pass that word onward."Then he looked at me and said:
"Now,lad from Essex,thou hadst best sit down out of the way at once:forsooth I wot not why I brought thee hither.Wilt thou not back to the cross,for thou art little of a fighting-man?""Nay,"said I,"I would see the play.What shall come of it?""Little,"said he;"we shall slay a horse or twain maybe.I will tell thee,since thou hast not seen a fight belike,as I have seen some,that these men-at-arms cannot run fast either to the play or from it,if they be a-foot;and if they come on a-horseback,what shall hinder me to put a shaft into the poor beast?But down with thee on the daisies,for some shot there will be first."As he spoke he was pulling off his belts and other gear,and his coat,which done,he laid his quiver on the ground,girt him again,did his axe and buckler on to his girdle,and hung up his other attire on the nearest tree behind us.Then he opened his quiver and took out of it some two dozen of arrows,which he stuck in the ground beside him ready to his hand.Most of the bowmen within sight were doing the like.
As I glanced toward the houses I saw three or four bright figures moving through the orchards,and presently noted that they were women,all clad more or less like the girl in the Rose,except that two of them wore white coifs on their heads.Their errand there was clear,for each carried a bundle of arrows under her arm.
One of them came straight up to Will Green,and I could see at once that she was his daughter.She was tall and strongly made,with black hair like her father,somewhat comely,though no great beauty;but as they met,her eyes smiled even more than her mouth,and made her face look very sweet and kind,and the smile was answered back in a way so quaintly like to her father's face,that I too smiled for goodwill and pleasure.
"Well,well,lass,"said he,"dost thou think that here is Crecy field toward,that ye bring all this artillery?Turn back,my girl,and set the pot on the fire;for that shall we need when we come home,I and this ballad-maker here.""Nay,"she said,nodding kindly at me,"if this is to be no Crecy,then may I stop to see,as well as the ballad-maker,since he hath neither sword nor staff?""Sweetling,"he said,"get thee home in haste.This play is but little,yet mightest thou be hurt in it;and trust me the time may come,sweetheart,when even thou and such as thou shalt hold a sword or a staff.Ere the moon throws a shadow we shall be back."She turned away lingering,not without tears on her face,laid the sheaf of arrows at the foot of the tree,and hastened off through the orchard.I was going to say something,when Will Green held up his hand as who would bid us hearken.The noise of the horse-hoofs,after growing nearer and nearer,had ceased suddenly,and a confused murmur of voices had taken the place of it.
"Get thee down,and take cover,old lad,"said Will Green;"the dance will soon begin,and ye shall hear the music presently."Sure enough as I slipped down by the hedge close to which I had been standing,I heard the harsh twang of the bow-strings,one,two,three,almost together,from the road,and even the whew of the shafts,though that was drowned in a moment by a confused but loud and threatening shout from the other side,and again the bowstrings clanged,and this time a far-off clash of arms followed,and therewithal that cry of a strong man that comes without his will,and is so different from his wonted voice that one has a guess thereby of the change that death is.Then for a while was almost silence;nor did our horns blow up,though some half-dozen of the billmen had leapt into the road when the bows first shot.But presently came a great blare of trumpets and horns from the other side,and therewith as it were a river of steel and bright coats poured into the field before us,and still their horns blew as they spread out toward the left of our line;the cattle in the pasture-field,heretofore feeding quietly,seemed frightened silly by the sudden noise,and ran about tail in air and lowing loudly;the old bull with his head a little lowered,and his stubborn legs planted firmly,growling threateningly;while the geese about the brook waddled away gobbling and squeaking;all which seemed so strange to us along with the threat of sudden death that rang out from the bright array over against us,that we laughed outright,the most of us,and Will Green put down his head in mockery of the bull and grunted like him,whereat we laughed yet more.He turned round to me as he nocked his arrow,and said:
"I would they were just fifty paces nigher,and they move not.
Ho!Jack Straw,shall we shoot?"
For the latter-named was nigh us now;he shook his head and said nothing as he stood looking at the enemy's line.
"Fear not but they are the right folk,Jack,"quoth Will Green.
