| Men of Iron|
|by Howard Pyle|
|The thrilling story, set in England in the time of Henry IV, of how Myles Falworth advances to knighthood and through 'trial by battle' restores the fallen fortunes of his family. With breathless excitement, the reader follows the adventures of the hero, sympathizing with him in his troubles, fighting in his battles, and rejoicing in his good fortunes. Numerous illustrations by the author add to the attractiveness of the volume. Ages 10-14 |
 WHAT MYLES remembered of Falworth loomed great and grand and big, as things do in the memory of childhood, but even
memory could not make Falworth the equal of Devlen Castle, when, as he and Diccon Bowman rode out of
Devlentown across the great, rude stone bridge that spanned the river, he first saw, rising above the crowns
of the trees, those huge hoary walls, and the steep roofs and chimneys clustered thickly together, like the
roofs and chimneys of a town.
The castle was built upon a plateau-like rise of ground, which was enclosed by the outer wall. It was
surrounded on three sides by a loop-like bend of the river, and on the fourth was protected by a deep, broad,
artificial moat, almost as wide as the stream from which it was fed. The road from the
 town wound for a little distance along by the edge of this moat. As Myles and the old bowman galloped by, with
the answering echo of their horses' hoof-beats rattling back from the smooth stone face of the walls, the lad
looked up, wondering at the height and strength of the great ancient fortress. In his air-castle building
Myles had pictured the Earl receiving him as the son of his one-time comrade in arms—receiving him,
perhaps, with somewhat of the rustic warmth that he knew at Crosbey-Dale; but now, as he stared at those
massive walls from below, and realized his own insignificance and the greatness of this great Earl, he felt
the first keen, helpless ache of homesickness shoot through his breast, and his heart yearned for Crosbey-Holt
Then they thundered across the bridge that spanned the moat, and through the dark shadows of the great gaping
gate-way, and Diccon, bidding him stay for a moment, rode forward to bespeak the gate-keeper.
The gate-keeper gave the two in charge of one of the men-at-arms who were lounging upon a bench in the
archway, who in turn gave them into the care of one of the house-servants in the outer court-yard. So, having
been passed from one to another, and having answered many questions,
 Myles in due time found himself in the outer waiting-room sitting beside Diccon Bowman upon a wooden bench
that stood along the wall under the great arch of a glazed window.
For a while the poor country lad sat stupidly bewildered. He was aware of people coming and going; he was
aware of talk and laughter sounding around him; but he thought of nothing but his aching homesickness and the
oppression of his utter littleness in the busy life of this great castle.
Meantime old Diccon Bowman was staring about him with huge interest, every now and then nudging his young
master, calling his attention now to this and now to that, until at last the lad began to awaken somewhat from
his despondency to the things around. Besides those servants and others who came and went, and a knot of six
or eight men-at-arms with bills and pole-axes, who stood at the farther door-way talking together in low
tones, now and then broken by a stifled laugh, was a group of four young squires, who lounged upon a bench
beside a door-way hidden by an arras, and upon them Myles's eyes lit with a sudden interest. Three of the four
were about his own age, one was a year or two older, and all four were dressed in the black-and-yellow uniform
of the house of Beaumont.
 Myles plucked the bowman by the sleeve. "Be they squires, Diccon?" said he, nodding towards the door.
"Eh?" said Diccon. "Aye; they be squires."
"And will my station be with them?" asked the boy.
"Aye; an the Earl take thee to service, thou'lt haply be taken as squire."
Myles stared at them, and then of a sudden was aware that the young men were talking of him. He knew it by the
way they eyed him askance, and spoke now and then in one another's ears. One of the four, a gay young fellow,
with long riding-boots laced with green laces, said a few words, the others gave a laugh, and poor Myles,
knowing how ungainly he must seem to them, felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and shyly turned his head.
Suddenly, as though stirred by an impulse, the same lad who had just created the laugh arose from the bench,
and came directly across the room to where Myles and the bowman sat.
"Give thee good-den," said he. "What be'st thy name and whence comest thou, an I may make bold so to ask?"
"My name is Myles Falworth," said Myles; "and I come from Crosbey-Dale bearing a letter to my Lord."
 "Never did I hear of Crosbey-Dale," said the squire. "But what seekest here, if so be I may ask that much?"
"I come seeking service," said Myles, "and would enter as an esquire such as ye be in my Lord's household."
Myles's new acquaintance grinned. "Thou'lt make a droll squire to wait in a Lord's household," said he. "Hast
ever been in such service?"
"Nay," said Myles, "I have only been at school, and learned Latin and French and what not. But Diccon Bowman
here hath taught me use of arms."
The young squire laughed outright. "By'r Lady, thy talk doth tickle me, friend Myles," said he. "Think'st thou
such matters will gain thee footing here? But stay! Thou didst say anon that thou hadst a letter to my Lord.
From whom is it?"
"It is from my father," said Myles. "He is of noble blood, but fallen in estate. He is a kinsman of my Lord's,
and one time his comrade in arms."
"Sayst so?" said the other. "Then mayhap thy chances are not so ill, after all." Then, after a moment, he
added: "My name is Francis Gascoyne, and I will stand thy friend in this matter. Get thy letter ready, for my
Lord and his Grace of York are within and come forth anon. The
Arch-  bishop is on his way to Dalworth, and my Lord escorts him so far as Uppingham. I and those others are to go
along. Dost thou know my Lord by sight?"
"Nay," said Myles, "I know him not."
"Then I will tell thee when he cometh. Listen!" said he, as a confused clattering sounded in the court-yard
without. "Yonder are the horses now. They come presently. Busk thee with thy letter, friend Myles."
The attendants who passed through the anteroom now came and went more hurriedly, and Myles knew that the Earl
must be about to come forth. He had hardly time to untie his pouch, take out the letter, and tie the strings
again when the arras at the door-way was thrust suddenly aside, and a tall thin squire of about twenty came
forth, said some words to the young men upon the bench, and then withdrew again. Instantly the squires arose
and took their station beside the door-way. A sudden hush fell upon all in the room, and the men-at-arms stood
in a line against the wall, stiff and erect as though all at once transformed to figures of iron. Once more
the arras was drawn back, and in the hush Myles heard voices in the other room.
"My Lord cometh," whispered Gascoyne in his
 ear, and Myles felt his heart leap in answer.
The next moment two noblemen came into the anteroom followed by a crowd of gentlemen, squires, and pages. One
of the two was a dignitary of the Church; the other Myles instantly singled out as the Earl of Mackworth.
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