The Knight of the Golden Melice | Page 6

waiting his commands.
"Bring in the prisoner," said the President, in a low tone, but so distinct
that it was heard all over the room.
The beadle noiselessly glided out, and in a few moments returned,
leading a man, whose wrists were fastened with gyves, whom he
conducted to the end of the table he had just left, and placed so as to
confront the President.
"Take off the irons," said the same, low, musical voice.

The man, thus unpleasantly introduced, was in the prime of life,
certainly not more than thirty-five or six years of age, and from his bold
and erect carriage, seemed (as was the fact) to have been bred a soldier.
Upon the order to take off the shackles being complied with, he cast a
look of acknowledgment toward the speaker.
"Master Nowell," said the President, "read the accusation."
The person addressed, who was the Clerk or Secretary, rose hereupon
from his seat near the centre of the table, and read "the information,"
which it is unnecessary to give at length, charging the prisoner with
using most foul, scandalous, indecent, defamatory, and unseemly
invectives, reproaches, and passionate speeches, toward and against the
worshipful magistrates and godly ministers of the colony, thereby
contriving and designing to bring into contempt, all law, order, religion,
and good government, &c., and to subvert the authority of the
magistrates and undermine the wholesome influence of the godly
ministers, &c., to the disgrace and ruin of the colony and scandal of
true religion, &c.
When the paper had been read, the President demanded--"Are you
guilty or not?"
"I am as innocent as the worshipful Governor himself, and whoever
wrote those lies, is a villain and a foresworn knave," replied the
prisoner.
"Enter that the prisoner says he is not guilty," said the President,
addressing the Secretary; "and do thou, Philip Joy, remember where
thou art, and express thyself in a manner more becoming this
presence."
"It is hard to be tied up like a mad dog and not get angry," replied the
accused.
"Sirrah!" cried the gentleman, whose appearance was described next
after the President, "dost thou bring a contumacious spirit here to bandy
words with the right worshipful Governor? Silence, and answer

peremptorily to the questions of thy betters."
"Nay, worthy Deputy Governor Dudley, the poor man is, I doubt not,
already sensible of his error, and sinned more out of ignorance than
design," observed the President.
"The honored Governor," spoke an assistant from near the bottom of
the table, "is, I fear, disposed to be too lenient in respect of these
foul-mouthed carrion."
"Our law condemns no man unheard; nor will I be more stern,"
answered the mild Governor Winthrop, (for it was he). "It seems to me
to be the part of a judge to allow no harsh suspicions to enter his mind,
lest they throw baleful shadows over his decisions. Philip Joy," he
added, turning to the prisoner, "thou hast declared thyself innocent; wilt
thou be tried by a jury, or art content to trust thy cause to the judgment
of the honorable Court of Assistants?"
"I care not who tries me," replied Joy. "I am a true man; and, though I
don't belong to the congregation, am as honest as a great many who do,
and he is a horrid villain, who--"
"Enough," interrupted the Governor, "a quick tongue often prejudices,
while a slow one seldom doth. Do I understand that it is thy desire to be
tried by the Assistants?"
"It is not my desire to be tried by any one," said Joy; "but, sith I am to
be put on my deliverance, I think that I shall stand a better chance in
the hands of honorable gentlemen, some of whom have been soldiers,
than in the dirty paws of tinkers, and cobblers, and mere mechanicals."
No smile mantled over the faces of his grave judges, but it was obvious,
from the twinkling of eyes and glances shot by one to another, that the
speech of Joy had done him no harm with those who, even thus early,
began to feel annoyed at the approach of the clouted shoe.
"Art thou prepared for thy trial? inquired the President.

"At any moment, and the sooner the better, your worship. I had rather
mount guard, for a week, in steel helmet and corselet, with breast, back,
culet, gorget, tasses, sword, musket and bandoliers, in the hottest sun
that ever roasted a blackamoor, or stand up to my knees, six months, in
snow, without my mandilion, than lie a day longer in that ace--I mean
that kennel of a lock-up."
"It, meseems, thou art in a hurry to have justice done thee, good
fellow," said, with a grim smile, the gentleman who was the third one
described, stroking, with his embroidered glove,