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Updated: May 8, 2025
Earl Richard was one of several noblemen who died, we are told, from poison, in consequence of dining with Queen Eleonore's cousin, Count Pietro of Savoy, June 14, 1262. He was buried in Tewkesbury Abbey. These are, the priests at Bury Castle; the various Jews introduced; Levina; Doucebelle de Vaux.
And then I heard more words, for the Bishop kept reading on. `We all like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way' ah, was that not true of the dispersed of Judah? `and the Lord hath made to meet upon Him the iniquities of us all. Doucebelle, it was like carrying a lamp into a dark chamber, and beholding every thing in it suddenly illuminated. Was that what it all meant?
Just behind him stood the Countess, evidently possessed by fear and anguish; Sir John de Burgh, with his hand upon his sword; Doucebelle, very white and frightened; and furthest in the background, Sir Richard de Clare, who clasped in his arms the fainting form of Margaret, and bent his head over her with a look of agonised tenderness.
And I did so want a veil of sendal of Inde!" "Worse and worse! Come, old man, prithee, measure off the Cyprus, and look out the wimples quickly, or this damsel of mine will leave me never a farthing in my pocket." "And Eva wants a new gown," suggested Margaret. "Oh yes!" said the Countess, laughing. "And so does Marie, and so does Doucebelle, I suppose, and Hawise, I have no doubt.
When he did, it was with a slight quiver in his voice which surprised Doucebelle. "It can never be wrong to love," he said. "But, daughter, let not thy love stop at liking the maid's company. Let it go on till thou canst take it into Heaven." The strangest of all strange ideas was this to Doucebelle. She had been taught that love was always a weakness, and only too frequently a sin.
If the warder thinks them not suspicious persons, they can come into the hall. I shall be down shortly." When the Countess descended, followed by Margaret and Doucebelle, she found her petitioners awaiting her. Most unsuspicious, harmless, feeble creatures they looked. The old man had tottered in as if barely able to stand; the old woman walked with a stout oaken staff, and was bent nearly double.
Doucebelle went with her, and silently noticed two facts: that Belasez stood for a few minutes in silent prayer, with her face turned to the wall, before she offered to undress; and that she was fast asleep almost as soon as her head had touched the pillow. Doucebelle stood still and looked at the sleeping girl. Why was it so wicked to be a Jew?
"Not if God give thee the happiness." "That is just it!" said Eva, discontentedly. "How is one to know?" "My child," answered Bruno, ignoring the tone, "God never means His children to put any thing into the place of Himself. The moment thou dost that, that thing is sin to thee." "But when do we do that, Father?" asked Doucebelle.
"The dead ones must be fearfully in the majority!" said Belasez: "I mean, if thou and the Bishop are live ones." "That may be true, I am afraid," replied Doucebelle. "It must be the breathing of the Holy One that makes the difference," observed Belasez, very thoughtfully.
Not that Father Bruno had suggested a new course of action so much as that he had supplied a new motive power. To do good, to give alms, to be kind to poor and sick people, Doucebelle had been taught already: but the reason for it was either the abstract notion that it was the right thing to do, or that it would help to increase her little heap of human merit.
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