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Updated: June 17, 2025
Drogo kneels in front of the gateway, the keys of his castle in his hand. The guard opens, and the king dismounts from his horse, somewhat stiffly, as if weary with riding, and receives the keys from the extended hand with a sweet smile and a few kind words.
They heard a rumour that the battle was lost, so they set men to watch, and prepared an ambush in his own caste yard for Drogo, in case he should survive the fight and come to hide, with especial instructions to take him alive, as they intended to hang him from his own tower. Meanwhile, through the dewy night, amidst the thousand odours of the woods, rode Hubert and his fifty horsemen.
At length, alarmed by the continued silence, her handmaids ventured to the bedside to arouse her. She lay as in a peaceful sleep, but stirred not as they approached. They became alarmed, touched her forehead; it was icy cold. Then their loud cries brought the household upstairs, Martin, Drogo, and all; and the truth forced itself upon them. She slept that sleep: Which men call death.
We trust our readers are anxious to learn the fate of Martin, whom, much against our will, we left in such grievous durance at Walderne Castle. Drogo had only left a score of men behind him to defend the castle in case of any sudden assault; which, however, he did not expect. Before leaving he had called one of these aside, a fellow whose name was Marboeuf.
"No, but he might have learned that poor Madge was a penitent, and then " said Martin. "Well, our work is done, and as the country is not over safe so near the lion's den " "And we have come unattended, the sooner we retire the better." "Too late!" said a stern voice: and Drogo stood before them. "My Lord of Walderne, this is ill pleasantry," said Ralph. "'Pleasantry, you call it, well.
"Rise up, Sir Drogo, thou worthy knight." "My liege, the honour of knighthood is not yet mine own." "Ah, and yet so loyal!" "For that reason, sire, not yet a knight; I was a page at Kenilworth, and was expelled for my loyalty to my king, because I could not restrain my indignation at the aspersions and misrepresentations I daily heard."
Half a dozen of the youthful aspirants to chivalry, amongst whom were Drogo, Hubert, and Martin, gathered under an oak occupying an elevated site in the park: they had evidently just left the forest, for hares and rabbits were lying on the ground, the result of a little foray into the cover. "What a view we have here; one can see the towers of Warwick, over the woods."
And even here he had a rival. It was Drogo. The reader may ask, where was Drogo that night? At Harengod, his mother's demesne, where he was to remain until Hubert had set sail, after which he might from time to time visit Sir Nicholas, his father's brother, a relationship which that good knight could never forget, unworthy though Drogo was of his love.
Sir Nicholas was at last won over to believe that the youth was not so bad after all, the more so as Drogo disavowed all further designs or claims upon the inheritance of Walderne, now that the proper heir was so happily discovered. Harengod would content him, and when the clouds had blown over, he trusted that there would always be peace between Harengod and Walderne.
We often lose our arrows in the woods." "Does any other page know aught of the matter? Speak to clear the innocent or convict the guilty. As you look forward to knighthood, I adjure you all on your honour." Then Drogo, who thought that things were going too well for Hubert, spoke. "My lord, is it a duty to tell all we know, even if it is against a companion?"
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