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Updated: September 5, 2025
A heavy blow was given on the panels of the door; and, without waiting for permission to enter, a man in the military accoutrements of the period, whose head was crowned with a high hat, adorned with a short red feather, advanced into the room with an air which betrayed at once a strange mixture of effrontery and hypocrisy. "Landry!" exclaimed together both Jocelyne and Alayn.
Jocelyne's only thought for the living before her own death, was concentrated in her grandmother; when her bright spirit fled, it was Alayn who performed the mournful task of care for the welfare of the miserable old woman.
"And she never will return to him again?" enquired the young man with another gleam of satisfaction. Jocelyne shook her head. "So much the better. So much the better," pursued Alayn stoutly.
"Alayn!" she said, in a low hurried tone, as the heavy steps still mounted the stairs, "you will be silent, will you not? You will not betray him, and see the poor girl, whom you profess to love, die at your feet!" The youth shook his head with a gesture of resignation, although the frown upon his brow showed how painful were the feelings that he suppressed.
I shall be grieved to use constraint." And, waving his hand to her to withdraw, he made a sign to the soldiers to approach both Jocelyne and Alayn, and prevent their interference. Jocelyne wrung her hands.
But I love him, mother; and, if you drive him forth to be hunted by his enemies to the death, your child will not survive it." Alayn had turned away in bitterness of heart, and the old Huguenot woman, although giving way more and more to that excitement, which, at times, fully troubled her reason, only wrung her hands, as if moved by the address of the agitated girl.
The maiden thus addressed looked at him with a languid smile, and then faintly shook her head. "How would you have me gay, Alayn," she said softly, "when our grandmother continues thus?"
"But he protected her from all harm in that general massacre of our party in religion, from which so few of us escaped," said Alayn. "She would rather have died, I verily believe," pursued the fair girl shuddering, "than have lived to see her own son fall, so cruelly murdered by the son of her fostering care."
He will save him who is unjustly condemned; and you will save his repentant soul. Come, mother, come come," she continued, as if speaking to a child, "the king is waiting for you!" "Charlot my nursling dying!" murmured the old woman "Yes let us go." "Alayn will accompany us," said Jocelyne, turning to the youth, who stood at the window unhappy and confused.
"No, no! enough of blood! enough of vengeance! God pardon him, and turn the hearts of those who counseled him to this deed." "Give me my Bible, Jocelyne my girl," said again the old woman after a pause. "It seems I have not read it for many a long hour. God forgive me! But my poor head wanders strangely. Ah! is it you Alayn?
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