"Master, how shall my death profit thee?"
"The world shall be the better, and thy soul know less of sin, mayhap."
"Master," said Black Roger, stooping to wipe sweat from his face with fettered hands, "I have store of money set by--"
But Beltane laughed with pallid lips, and, pulling upon the rope, dragged Black Roger, choking, to his feet.
"Master," he gasped, "show a little mercy--"
"Hast ever shown mercy to any man--speak me true!"
"Alack!--no, master! And yet--"
"How then shall ye expect mercy? Thou hast burnt and hanged and ravished the defenceless, so now shall be an end of it for thee, yet--O mark me this, thy name shall live on accursed in memory long after thou'rt but poor dust."
"Aye, there be many alive to curse Black Roger living, and many dead to curse me when I'm dead; poor Roger's soul shall find small mercy hereafter, methinks--ha, I never thought on this!"
"Thou had'st a mother--"
"Aye, but they burned her for a witch when I was but a lad. As for me, 'tis true I've hanged men, yet I was my lord's chief verderer and did but as my lord commanded."
"A man hath choice of good or evil."
"Aye. So now, an I must die--I must, but O master, say a prayer for me-- my sins lie very heavy--"
But Beltane, trembling, pulled upon the rope and swung Black Roger writhing in mid-air; then, of a sudden, loosing the rope, the forester fell and, while he lay gasping, Beltane stooped and loosed the rope from his neck.
"What now?" groaned the forester, wild-eyed, "Sweet Jesu--ah, torture me not!"
"Take back thy life," said Beltane, "and I pray God that henceforth thou shalt make of it better use, and live to aid thy fellows, so shall they, mayhap, some day come to bless thy memory."
Then Black Roger, coming feebly to his knees, looked about him as one that wakes upon a new world, and lifted wide eyes from green earth to cloudless sky.
"To live!" quoth he, "to live!" And so, with sudden gesture, stooped his head to hide his face 'neath twitching fingers.
Hereupon Beltane smiled, gentle-eyed, yet spake not, and, turning, caught up his staff and went softly upon his way, leaving Black Roger the forester yet upon his knees.
CHAPTER X
HOW BELTANE MADE COMRADE ONE BLACK ROGER THAT WAS A HANGMAN
The sun was low what time Beltane came to a shrine that stood beside the way, where was a grot built by some pious soul for the rest and refreshment of wearied travellers; and here also was a crystal spring the which, bubbling up, fell with a musical plash into the basin hollowed within the rock by those same kindly hands. Here Beltane stayed and, when he had drunk his fill, laid him down in the grateful shade and setting his cloak beneath his head, despite his hunger, presently fell asleep. When he awoke the sun was down and the world was become a place of mystery and glooming shadow; a bird called plaintively afar off in the dusk, the spring bubbled softly near by, but save for this a deep silence brooded over all things; above the gloom of the trees the sky was clear, where bats wheeled and hovered, and beyond the purple upland an orbed moon was rising.
Now as Beltane breathed the cool, sweet air of evening and looked about him drowsily, he suddenly espied a shadow within the shadows, a dim figure--yet formidable and full of menace, and he started up, weapon in fist, whereupon the threatening figure stirred and spake:
"Master--'tis I!" said a voice. Then Beltane came forth of the grot and stared upon Black Roger, grave-eyed.
"O Hangman," said he, "where is thy noose?"
But Roger quailed and hung his head, and spake with eyes abased:
"Master, I burned it, together with my badge of service."
"And what would ye here?"
"Sir, I am a masterless man henceforth, for an I hang not men for Sir Pertolepe, so will Sir Pertolepe assuredly hang me."
"And fear ye death?"
"Messire, I--have hanged many men and--there were women also! I have cut me a tally here on my belt, see--there be many notches--and every notch a life. So now for every life these hands have taken do I vow to save a life an it may be so, and for every life saved would I cut away a notch until my belt be smooth again and my soul the lighter."
"Why come ye to me, Black Roger?"
"For that this day, at dire peril, I saw thee save a fool, Master. So now am I come to thee to be thy man henceforth, to follow and serve thee while life remain."
"Why look now," quoth Beltane, "mine shall be a hard service and a dangerous, for I have mighty wrongs to set aright."
"Ha! belike thou art under some vow also, master?"
"Aye, verily, nor will I rest until it be accomplished or I am slain. For mark this, lonely am I, with enemies a many and strong, yet because of my vow needs must I smite them hence or perish in the adventure. Thus, he that companies me must go ever by desperate ways, and 'tis like enough Death shall meet him in the road."
"Master," quoth Black Roger, "this day have ye shown me death yet given me new life, so beseech thee let me serve thee henceforth and aid thee in this thy vow."
Now hereupon Beltane smiled and reached forth his hand; then Black Roger falling upon his knee, touched the hand to lip, and forehead and heart, taking him for his lord henceforth, and spake the oath of fealty: but when he would have risen, Beltane stayed him:
"What, Black Roger, thou hast sworn fealty and obedience to me--now swear me this to God:--to hold ever, and abide by, thy word: to shew mercy to the distressed and to shield the helpless at all times!"
And when he had sworn, Black Roger rose bright-eyed and eager.
"Lord," said he, "whither do we go?"
"Now," quoth Beltane, "shew me where I may eat, for I have a mighty hunger."
"Forsooth," quoth Roger, scratching his chin, "Shallowford village lieth but a bowshot through the brush yonder--yet, forsooth, a man shall eat little there, methinks, these days."
"Why so?"
"For that 'twas burned down, scarce a week agone--"
"Burned!--and wherefore?"
"Lord Pertolepe fell out with his neighbour Sir Gilles of Brandonmere-- upon the matter of some wench, methinks it was--wherefore came Sir Gilles' men by night and burned down Shallowford with twenty hunting dogs of Sir Pertolepe's that chanced to be there: whereupon my lord waxed mighty wroth and, gathering his company, came into the demesne of Sir Gilles and burned down divers manors and hung certain rogues and destroyed two villages--in quittance."
"Ah--and what of the village folk?"
"My lord, they were but serfs for the most part, but--for Sir Pertolepe's dogs--twenty and two--and roasted alive, poor beasts!"
But here Black Roger checked both speech and stride, all at once, and stood with quarter-staff poised as from the depth of the wood came the sound of voices and fierce laughter.