"Why, Walter, you are late," the smith said."The men are in bed this hour or more, and I myself can scarce keep awake.Where hast thou been, my boy?""I have been in the swamps and lost my way," Walter replied.
"It is a bad neighbourhood, lad, and worse are the people who live there.
If I had my way the whole posse should be called out, and the marshes searched from end to end, and all found there should be knocked on head and thrown into their own ditches.There would be no fear of any honest man coming to his end thereby; but now to bed, lad.You can tell me all about it tomorrow; but we have a rare day's work before us, and the fire must be alight at daybreak."On his way back Walter had debated with himself whether to inform his master of what had happened.He was, however, bent upon having an adventure on his own account, and it was a serious thing in those days for an apprentice lad to bring an accusation against a noble.The city would not indeed allow even an apprentice to be overridden, and although Geoffrey Ward's forge stood beyond the city walls it was yet within the liberties, the city allowing its craftsmen to open shops just outside the gates, and to enjoy the same privileges as if dwelling actually within the walls.
On the following afternoon Walter asked leave to cease work an hour earlier than usual, as he wished to go across into the city.The armourer was surprised, since this was the first time that such a thing had happened since the lad had worked for him.
"What are you up to, Walter? - some mischief, I will be bound.Go, lad; you have worked so steadily that you have well earned more than an hour's holiday should you want it."Walter crossed the bridge, and seeking out four or five of his old companions, begged them to bring their bows and clubs and rejoin him at the stairs by London Bridge.To their laughing inquiries whether he meant to go a-shooting of fish, he told them to ask no questions until they joined him.
As soon as work was over the boys gathered at the steps, where Walter had already engaged a boat.There were some mocking inquiries from the watermen standing about as to where they were going shooting.Walter answered with some light chaff, and, two of the party taking oars, they started up the river.
"Now I will tell you what we are bent on," Walter said."From some words Ioverheard I believe that some of the ruffians over in the marshes are this evening going to make an attack upon a boat with a lady in it coming down the river.We will be on the spot, and can give them a reception such as they do not expect.""Do you know who the lady is, Walter?"
"I have not the least idea.I only caught a few words, and may be wrong;still, it will do no harm should I be mistaken."The tide was running down strongly, for there had been a good deal of rain during the preceding week, and all night it had poured heavily.It was fine now, but the stream was running down thick and turbid, and it needed all the boys' efforts to force the wherry against it.They rowed by turns; all were fairly expert at the exercise, for in those days the Thames was at once the great highway and playground of London.To the wharves below the bridge ships brought the rich merchandise of Italy and the Low Countries;while from above, the grain, needed for the wants of the great city was floated down in barges from the west.
Passing the Temple, the boys rowed along by the green banks and fields as far as Westminster, which at that time was almost a rival of the city, for here were the abbey and great monastery; here were the king's palace and court, and the houses of many of his nobles.Then they went along by the low shores of Millbank, keeping a sharp lookout for boats going down with the stream.It was already getting dark, for Walter had not allowed for the strength of the stream, and he was full of anxiety lest he should arrive too late.
