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Altogether of a different mould was the bright joyous son of an ill-fated father; Hubert, son of Roger of Icklesham and Walderne. A boy, a typical boy, a brave free-hearted noble one: With his unchecked, unbidden joy, His dread of books, and love of fun.
She married Sir Nicholas of Harengod, near the sea, and was happy in her choice. She built a chapel within the castle precincts, and her prayer for permission to do so yet remains recorded: "That it may be allowed me to have a chapel in my castle of Walderne, at my own expense, to be served by the parish priest as chaplain; without either font or bell."
They broke up the parliament and pursued. Hubert was at Oxford throughout the session of the Mad Parliament, in attendance on his lord, as "esquire of the body," to which rank he, as we have said, had now attained; and at Oxford he met his beloved Martin again. Yes, Hubert was now an esquire; now he had a right to carry a shield and emblazon it with the arms of Walderne.
She told him she felt it very much on her mind to have all things in order, in case of sudden death, such as had befallen her dear lord, Sir Nicholas: and therefore had arranged to go on the morrow to Lewes, to see Earl Warrenne of Lewes Castle, with whom she would take advice how to secure Walderne Castle and its estates for Hubert in the event of his return.
But one adieu to the father, who would not leave his monastery even then, but who fell upon Hubert's neck and wept while he cried, "My son, my dear son, God bless thee;" and the bridal train rode off to the castle above, where the marriage feast was spread. Then Earl Simon to his onerous duties, and the happy pair to keep their honeymoon at Walderne.
I came but to feast my eyes with the sight of thee, and to tell thee that thy nephew, the true heir of Walderne, lives, satisfied that thou wilt not now allow him to be defrauded of his rights." "Why not reveal thyself to my husband?" "I cannot at least not in this house; but in the morn, after I have parted for Lewes. tell him all." "And what proofs shall I give if he ask them?"
And Martin told his plans for a mission in the Andredsweald; of his hope to reclaim the outlaws to Christianity, and to pacify the forests; to reunite the lords of Norman descent and the Saxon peasants together in one common love. "Shall you visit Walderne Castle?" inquired Hubert. "It may fall to my lot to do so." "Avoid Drogo; at least do not trust him. He hates us both." "He may have mended."
In the depths of a wood below the vicarage he found the almost forgotten site of the old Castle of Walderne, situate in a pathless thicket, and only approachable through the underwood. The moat was still there, although at that time destitute of water, the space within completely occupied by trees and bushes, where once all the bustle and life of a medieval household was centred.
The old lord, grieving sore over the death of his sister's son, drove Roger from home and bade him never darken his doors again, till he had made reparation by a pilgrimage or a crusade; and Roger departed, mourned by his sisters and all the household, and was heard of no more during his father's lifetime. But more grief was in store for the stern old lord of Walderne.
"Go on without further blasphemies." "Well then, I grieve to say that it is my painful duty to arrest thee on a charge of murder." "Of murder!" cried all three. "Yes, of the murder of his aunt, the late lamented Lady of Walderne." "Good heavens!" cried the knight and mayor. "Oh heaven and earth, this slander hear!" said Martin. "Do not swear, it misbecomes a friar."
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