The Herd Boy and His Hermit

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Yonge Charlotte Mary. The Herd Boy and His Hermit

CHAPTER I. – IN THE MOSS

CHAPTER II. – THE SNOW-STORM

CHAPTER III. – OVER THE MOOR

CHAPTER IV. – A SPORTING PRIORESS

CHAPTER V. – MOTHER AND SON

CHAPTER VI. – A CAUTIOUS STEPFATHER

CHAPTER VII. – ON DERWENT BANKS

CHAPTER VIII. – THE HERMIT

CHAPTER IX. – HENRY OF WINDSOR

CHAPTER X. – THE SCHOLAR OF THE MOUNTAINS

CHAPTER XI. – THE RED ROSE

CHAPTER XII. – A PRUDENT RECEPTION

CHAPTER XIII. – FELLOW TRAVELLERS

CHAPTER XIV. – THE JOURNEY

CHAPTER XV. – BLETSO

CHAPTER XVI. – THE HERMIT IN THE TOWER

CHAPTER XVII. – A CAPTIVE KING

CHAPTER XVIII. – AT THE MINORESSES’

CHAPTER XIX. – A STRANGE EASTER EVE

CHAPTER XX. – BARNET

CHAPTER XXI. – TEWKESBURY

CHAPTER XXII. – THE NUT-BROWN MAID

CHAPTER XXIII. – BROUGHAM CASTLE

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Though Hal had gone to sleep very tired the night before, and only on a pile of hay, curled up with Watch, having yielded his own bed to the strange guest, he was awake before the sun, for it was the decline of the year, and the dawn was not early.

He was not the first awake—Hob and Piers were already busy on the outside, and Mother Doll had emerged from the box bed which made almost a separate apartment, and was raking together the peat, so as to revive the slumbering fire. The hovel, for it was hardly more, was built of rough stone and thatched with reeds, with large stones to keep the roof down in the high mountain blasts. There was only one room, earthen floored, and with no furniture save a big chest, a rude table, a settle and a few stools, besides the big kettle and a few crocks and wooden bowls. Yet whereas all was clean, it had an air of comfort and civilisation beyond any of the cabins in the neighbourhood, more especially as there was even a rude chimney-piece projecting far into the room, and in the niche behind this lay the little girl in her clothes, fast asleep.

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‘Yea, indeed,’ he answered dreamily. ‘The poor squire was hurt—I did not like it! It is gruesome.’

‘Oh, no! It is a noble sport! I loved our tilt-yard at Bletso. Two knights could gallop at one another in the lists, as if they were out hunting. Oh! to hear the lances ring against the shields made one’s heart leap up! Where was yours?’

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