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Josian had not said one word. "Are you afraid, Princess?" Alan asked presently. She shook her head. When she heard the story of the jester's death she was less shaken than Alan had feared. "He told me last night that he could not live long," she said sadly. "I knew that I should never see him again in this world." At last they halted for an hour beside a little spring.
Josian looked back at the gray pointed roofs and towers of Goslar. "Al-an," she said, "what was that light in the sky?" "It was your tower," Alan answered. "No one will ever live there again, since you cannot." Alan marveled at Josian's self-possession during the rough journey.
I will go with you if I may, Master. If Stefano is gone Goslar is no good place for me!" Alan remembered now that the jester had spoken in terms of friendship of Martin Bouvin. In any case they were now nearing the gate where the man stood waiting with the horses. Josian and Maddalena were already mounted.
Gilbert Gay the merchant, his wife Thomasyn and his son Nicholas were returning from France, and in their company were Alan of York and Josian his wife, Guy Bouverel the goldsmith, and others. West of Canterbury they came up with a stout bright-eyed little man who looked as if he had fed well all his life, and was called Martin Bouvin. "What luck, Martin?" asked Master Gay.
If to-day certain precious bits of glass, ruby-red, emerald-green, sapphire-blue, topaz-yellow, set in the windows of old cathedrals, could speak, they would say proudly that they are the work of Alan of York and Josian, the daughter of Archiater, the philosopher.
Sir Bevis, who lived in the reign of Edgar, had a castle in the neighbourhood. It is said he bestowed his love on a pagan lady, Josian, who, having been converted to Christianity, gave him a sword called Morglay, and a horse named Arundel. Thus equipped he was wont to kill four or five men at one blow.
You must wait until you see Tomaso the physician, and he will tell you what is best to do with them." She shook her head. "Oh, n-o," she said. "Father Stephen said that you would make good use of them, and had earned them but I think he knew quite well what you would say. Perhaps some day you will feel differently." Dame Cicely of the Abbey Farm welcomed Josian in due time as a daughter.
We had all along suspected that the ore was only fool's gold. But " "I know," nodded the jester. "And for that other reason, I am going to tell you something. I have known for some time that Josian is not safe in my care. It has never been over-safe, this arrangement, but while she was a child the risk was not so great.
When she and Alan had been married about three months Josian was surveying a panel of just-completed embroidery in which all the colors in exquisite proportion blended in a gold-green jeweled arabesque. Alan came up behind her and caught the sunlight through it. He asked to borrow it, and reproduced the design in painted glass. That was the first window which he made for York Minster.
"It is like finding out the people who lived here when the land was young," said Wilfrid, his eyes very bright. "And there were also the men who made the dewponds," mused Master Gay. "And there were those Druids of whom my father told me," said Josian wonderingly. "This is like a fairy tale, Al-an. Is York the same?"
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