“Really, gentlemen,” said Turpin, who did not exactly see the drift of this harangue, “you do me a vast deal of honor. I am quite at a loss to conceive how I can possibly have merited so much attention at your hands; and, indeed, I feel myself so unworthy ——” Here Dick received an expressive wink from Juniper, and therefore thought it prudent to alter his expression. “Could I suppose myself at all deserving of so much distinction,” continued the modest speaker, “I should at once accept your very obliging offer; but ——”
“None so worthy,” said the upright man.
“Can’t hear of a refusal,” said the knight of Malta.
“Refusal — impossible!” reiterated Juniper.
“No; no refusal,” exclaimed a chorus of voices. “Dick Turpin must be one of us. He shall be our dimber damber.”
“Well, gentlemen, since you are so pressing,” replied Turpin, “even so be it. I will be your dimber damber.”
“Bravo! bravo!” cried the mob, not “of gentlemen.”
“About it, pals, at once,” said the knight of Malta, flourishing Excalibur. “By St. Thomas à Becket, we’ll have as fine a scene as I myself ever furnished to the Canterbury lieges.”
“About what?” asked Dick.
“Your matriculation,” replied Jerry. “There are certain forms to be gone through, with an oath to be taken, merely a trifle. We’ll have a jolly booze when all’s over. Come bing avast, my merry pals; to the green, to the green: a Turpin! a Turpin! a new brother!”
“A Turpin! a Turpin! a new brother!” echoed the crew.
“I’ve brought you through,” said Jerry, taking advantage of the uproar that ensued to whisper to his chum; “none of them will dare to lift a finger against you now. They are all your friends for life.”
“Nevertheless,” returned Turpin, “I should be glad to know what has become of Bess.”
“If it’s your prancer you are wanting,” chirped a fluttering creature, whom Turpin recognized as Luke’s groom, Grasshopper, “I gave her a fresh loaf and a stoup of stingo, as you bade me, and there she be, under yon tree, as quiet as a lamb.”
“I see her,” replied Turpin; “just tighten her girths, Grasshopper, and bring her after me, and thou shalt have wherewithal to chirp over thy cups at supper.”
Away bounded the elfin dwarf to execute his behest.
A loud shout now rent the skies, and presently afterwards was heard the vile scraping of a fiddle, accompanied by the tattoo of a drum. Approaching Turpin, a host of gipsies elevated the highwayman upon their shoulders, and in this way he was carried to the centre of the green, where the long oaken table, which had once served the Franciscans for refection, was now destined for the stage of the pageant.
Upon this table three drums were placed; and Turpin was requested to seat himself on the central one. A solemn prelude, more unearthly than the incantation in the Freyschütz, was played by the orchestra of the band, conducted by the Paganini of the place, who elicited the most marvellous notes from his shell. A couple of shawms35 emitted sepulchral sounds, while the hollow rolling of a drum broke ever and anon upon the ear. The effect was prodigiously fine. During this overture the patrico and the upright man had ascended the rostrum, each taking his place; the former on the right hand of Turpin, the latter upon his left. Below them stood the knight of Malta, with Excalibur drawn in his hand, and gleaming in the sunshine. On the whole, Dick was amused with what he saw, and with the novel situation in which he found himself placed. Around the table were congregated a compact mass of heads; so compact, indeed, that they looked like one creature — an Argus, with each eye upturned upon the highwayman. The idea struck Turpin that the restless mass of parti-colored shreds and patches, of vivid hues and varied tintings, singularly, though accidentally, disposed to produce such an effect, resembled an immense tiger-moth, or it might be a Turkey carpet spread out upon the grass!
The scene was a joyous one. It was a brilliant sunshiny morning. Freshened and purified by the storm of the preceding night, the air breathed a balm upon the nerves and senses of the robber. The wooded hills were glittering in light; the brook was flowing swiftly past the edge of the verdant slope, glancing like a wreathed snake in the sunshine — its “quiet song” lost in the rude harmony of the mummers, as were the thousand twitterings of the rejoicing birds; the rocks bared their bosoms to the sun, or were buried in deep-cast gloom; the shadows of the pillars and arches of the old walls of the priory were projected afar, while the rose-like ramifications of the magnificent marigold window were traced, as if by a pencil, upon the verdant tablet of the sod.
The overture was finished. With the appearance of the principal figures in this strange picture the reader is already familiar. It remains only to give him some idea of the patrico. Imagine, then, an old superannuated goat, reared upon its hind legs, and clad in a white sheet, disposed in folds like those of a simar about its limbs, and you will have some idea of Balthazar, the patrico. This resemblance to the animal before mentioned was rendered the more striking by his huge, hanging, goat-like under lip, his lengthy white beard, and a sort of cap, covering his head, which was ornamented with a pair of horns, such as are to be seen in Michael Angelo’s tremendous statue of Moses. Balthazar, besides being the patrico of the tribe, was its principal professor of divination, and had been the long-tried and faithful minister of Barbara Lovel, from whose secret instructions he was supposed to have derived much of his magical skill.
Placing a pair of spectacles upon his “prognosticating nose,” and unrolling a vellum skin, upon which strange characters were written, Balthazar, turning to Turpin, thus commenced in a solemn voice:
Thou who wouldst our brother be,
Say how we shall enter thee?
Name the name that thou wilt bear
Ere our livery thou wear?
“I see no reason why I should alter my designation,” replied the noviciate; “but as popes change their titles on their creation, there can be no objection to a scampsman following so excellent an example. Let me be known as the Night Hawk.”
The Inauguration
“The Night Hawk — good,” returned the hierophant, proceeding to register the name upon the parchment. “Kneel down,” continued he.
After some hesitation, Turpin complied.
“You must repeat the ‘salamon,’ or oath of our creed, after my dictation,” said the patrico; and Turpin, signifying his assent by a nod, Balthazar propounded the following abjuration:
OATH OF THE CANTING CREW
I, Crank-Cuffin, swear to be
True to this fraternity;
That I will in all obey
Rule and order of the lay.
Never blow the gab, or squeak;
Never snitch to bum or beak;
But religiously maintain
Authority of those who reign
Over Stop-Hole Abbey Green,
Be they tawny