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"We wist not, fair Cousin, that our cousin of Kent were so precious," replied the King, with the faintest accent of satire in his calm, polished voice. But Custance, like a spring let loose, had returned to her previous mood. "What, take you nought from me but only him?" she cried indignantly. "Is it not rather mine own good name whereof you would undo me? Ye have bereaved me of him already.
"Sustren, not one; and trust me, child, an' thou knewest her as I do, thou shouldst say one of her were enough. But she hath brethren twain the Lord Edward, which is her elder, and the Lord Richard, her younger. The little Lord Richard is a sweet child as may lightly be seen; and dearly the Lady Custance loveth him. But as for the Lord Edward an' he can do an ill turn, trust him for it."
She had sat idle only for a' few minutes when at last Custance spoke her words having evidently a meaning deeper than the surface. "The light has died out!" she said. "In the City of God," answered Maude gently, "`night schal not be there, for the lantern of it is the Lamb, and He is `the schynyng morewe sterre. And He is `with us in alle daies, into the endyng of the world."
In reality, he was charged with no message, and he did not want the trouble of devising one suitable to Kent's character. I cannot carry love-letters in mine head." "But canst not tell me one word?" Edward would have given a manor if she would have been quiet, or would have passed to some other topic. But he said "Lo' you, Custance! I cannot gallop and talk."
Was it needful that she should pass through yet deeper waters, before she would come home to God? The leaves were carpeting the ground around Kenilworth, when Custance granted a second interview to her cousin Isabel. There was more news for her by that time. Edward had been once more pardoned, and was again in his usual place at Court.
If that you say must have no eavesdroppers, sit we on the further side of this tree; and Maude, hold where thou art, and if any come this way, give a privy pluck at my gown, and we will speak other." They sat down on the other side of the oak. "Custance," began her brother, "I misconceive not, trow, to account thee yet true to the cause of King Richard, be he where he may?"
"I never was an heretic yet, Isabel, but I do thee to wit thou goest the way to make me so. As to holy Church, she never was my mother. I can breathe without her frankincense, belike, and maybe all the freer." "Alas, Custance! Me feareth sore thou art gone a long way on that ill road, else hadst thou never spoken such unseemly words."
To her, this represented the destruction of an ideal she had never hoped to realise; but, as she wiped a few tears from her eyes that evening she remarked to herself: "Life is made up of not getting what you want, Molly Healy. It is better Desmond should become a priest than die a scallywag and it will keep him out of the way of that Sylvia Custance. God knows what is best for every one of us."
His orders were to admit no visitors, but he was so fascinated by the apparition that he carried the card in to Desmond, and a moment later Sylvia Custance was sitting beside the sick man's chair. Desmond looked up as she entered to judge how the years had treated her. Older and more mature, but otherwise unaltered, he decided as he took her hand and shook it. "You poor man!
When they were gone, Alvena laid down her work and laughed. "Thy Queen of Faery is passing gracious, Maude." "She scarce seemed to matter the lad," was Maude's reply. "Yet she hath sworn to do his bidding all the days of her life," said Alvena. "Nay, she is wedded wife. 'Tis five years or more sithence they were wed. My Lady Custance had years four, and my Lord Le Despenser five.
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