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"My Lady was pleased to say, that if the robbers broke into the nest, or the hawk hovered over it, the young bird should be safe in her care." "Thy daughter? I remember, I did say so. Where is she?" At a signal from Abraham, the aged woman at his side suddenly straightened herself, and the removal of another wax mask and some false white hair revealed the beautiful face of Belasez.
Why must she be regarded as despicable, and treated with abuse and loathing, merely because she had been born a Jewess? Of course Doucebelle knew the traditionary reason because the Jews had crucified Christ. But Belasez had not been one of them. Why must she bear the shame of others' sins? Did none of my ancestors, thought Doucebelle, ever do some wicked deed?
"Now then, go to bed," said the Countess, addressing Doucebelle: "and beware, every soul of you, that not a word comes out till I tell you ye may speak." "Belasez, when wilt thou be wed?" inquired Margaret, the next morning. If the thoughts of the bride ran upon weddings, it was not much to be wondered.
It seemed to cost Abraham immense pain to say even so much as this. He sat quiet for a moment, his face working pitifully. "Little Belasez," he said again, "didst thou like that man?" "I think I loved him," was her soft answer. Abraham's gesture, which she thought indicated despair and anguish, roused her to explain. "Father," she said hastily, "I do not mean anything wrong or foolish.
I never knew you were in Norwich." "I have not been here long, my child. I wondered if we should ever meet." Ah, little idea had Belasez how that meeting had been imagined, longed for, prayed for, through all those weary weeks. She glanced at her father, suddenly remembering that her warm welcome to the Christian priest was not likely to be much approved by him. Bruno's eyes followed hers.
A wise one will quietly get her own way, and let him fancy he has got his. That is thy work, Magot." Margaret shook her bright head with a laugh. Such work as that was not at all in her line. It took only a day for the girls to discover that the Belasez who had come back to them in October was not the Belasez who had gone away from them at Whitsuntide. She seemed almost a different being.
"Delecresse is just gone out," he said, coming back directly. "I will talk to him when he comes in." But twelve days elapsed before Delecresse returned. "Cress, thou wilt not do anything to Sir Richard of Gloucester?" earnestly pleaded Belasez, when she found him alone. "No," said Delecresse, with a glitter in his eyes which was not promising. "Hast thou done any thing?" "All I mean to do."
But, after all, who was Anegay? Licorice was in full tide of business and porridge-making, in her little kitchen, when Belasez presented herself with an apology for being late. "Nay, folks that go to bed at nine may well not rise till five," said Licorice, graciously. "Throw more salt in here, child, and fetch the porringers whilst I stir it.
She left pattern and colours to Belasez's taste, only expressing her wish that red and gold should predominate, as they were the tints alike of the arms of Scotland and of Clare. The Princess was to be married on the first of August, and Belasez promised that her father should deliver the scarf during his customary hawker's round in July.
Belasez looked up thoughtfully. "But did He promise to guard all the successors?" "Oh, of course!" "I wonder supposing He were the Messiah if He did," said Belasez. "Because I have sometimes thought that might explain it." "What might explain it?"
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