But when the boy observed that neither his own entreaties nor the menaces of the farrier appeared to change Tressilian's purpose,but that,on the contrary,he confronted the hammer with his drawn sword,he exclaimed to the smith in turn,Wayland,touch him not,or you will come by the worse!--the gentleman is a true gentleman,and a bold.So thou hast betrayed me,Flibbertigibbet?said the smith;it shall be the worse for thee!Be who thou wilt,said Tressilian,thou art in no danger from me,so thou tell me the meaning of this practice,and why thou drivest thy trade in this mysterious fashion.The smith,however,turning to Tressilian,exclaimed,in a threatening tone,Who questions the Keeper of the Crystal Castle of Light,the Lord of the Green Lion,the Rider of the Red Dragon?Hence!--avoid thee,ere I summon Talpack with his fiery lance,to quell,crush,and consume!These words he uttered with violent gesticulation,mouthing,and flourishing his hammer.
Peace,thou vile cozener,with thy gipsy cant!replied Tressilian scornfully,and follow me to the next magistrate,or I will cut thee over the pate.Peace,I pray thee,good Wayland!said the boy.Credit me,the swaggering vein will not pass here;you must cut boon whids.[Give good words.--SLANG DIALECT.]
I think,worshipful sir,said the smith,sinking his hammer,and assuming a more gentle and submissive tone of voice,that when so poor a man does his day's job,he might be permitted to work it out after his own fashion.Your horse is shod,and your farrier paid--what need you cumber yourself further than to mount and pursue your journey?Nay,friend,you are mistaken,replied Tressilian;every man has a right to take the mask from the face of a cheat and a juggler;and your mode of living raises suspicion that you are both.If you are so determined;sir,said the smith,I cannot help myself save by force,which I were unwilling to use towards you,Master Tressilian;not that I fear your weapon,but because Iknow you to be a worthy,kind,and well-accomplished gentleman,who would rather help than harm a poor man that is in a strait.Well said,Wayland,said the boy,who had anxiously awaited the issue of their conference.But let us to thy den,man,for it is ill for thy health to stand here talking in the open air.Thou art right,Hobgoblin,replied the smith;and going to the little thicket of gorse on the side nearest to the circle,and opposite to that at which his customer had so lately crouched,he discovered a trap-door curiously covered with bushes,raised it,and,descending into the earth,vanished from their eyes.
Notwithstanding Tressilian's curiosity,he had some hesitation at following the fellow into what might be a den of robbers,especially when he heard the smith's voice,issuing from the bowels of the earth,call out,Flibertigibbet,do you come last,and be sure to fasten the trap!Have you seen enough of Wayland Smith now?whispered the urchin to Tressilian,with an arch sneer,as if marking his companion's uncertainty.