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There was a long looking-glass in the wall, flickering over which Isoult's eyes encountered their own woeful image-brooding, reproachful, haunted eyes; this would never do for her present business. Determined to meet craft with craft, she wried her mouth to a smile, she drove peace into her eyes, took a bosomful of breath, and turned to be actress for the first time in her life.
"The page may come," said Alice, and watched him go, not without interest, perhaps not without amusement. The unconscious Vincent was Isoult's next visitant, stepping briskly into the room. He came right up to the bed as in his right and element, a boy dealing with a boy's monkey tricks. One watchful grey eye, the curve of one rosy cheek peering from the blankets, told him a new story.
Prosper knelt down to pray; but what he found set him to better work. He found Isoult's wedding-ring. "By God," he cried, "who made men to labour, I will pray with my hands this turn!" He ran for his horse and sword. Courage came with his gallop, courage and self-esteem, without which no man ever did anything yet. With self-esteem returned sober thought. "I can do Malbank in three or four hours.
"Remember now, Isoult, in doing that you will disobey a greater than I, and as good a friend. And remember what disobedience may mean." Again she changed her tone in view of Isoult's collapse. "You look reproaches," she said; "your eyes seem to say, like a wounded hare's, 'Strike me again. I must quiver, but I will never run. So, child, so, I was but half in earnest.
And during those three years there were many famous joustings held at Joyous Gard, and several bel-adventures were performed both by Sir Launcelot and Sir Tristram in her honor. And indeed I believe that this was the happiest time of all the Lady Belle Isoult's life, for she lived there in peace and love and tranquillity and she suffered neither grief nor misfortune in all that time.
So far, however, she had no cause to distrust her chatelaine's honour, nor even her judgment. Both, she doubted not, were in Prosper's keeping. Maulfry was in a gay, malicious humour. She pinched Isoult's cheek when she met her. "Tired of waiting, my minion?" she began. "No, ma'am, I am not tired at all." "That is well. I went by the eye-shine. So you are still patient for the great reward!
"Slip on your night-gown and into the bed." "Trust her now, trust her now," went Isoult's wild heart. "Not yet, mother," said she, "you must hear me now." Ursula dropped into a chair. Isoult knelt before her and put the ring in her old hand. "Mother, look at this ring," she began, out of breath already, "and look at me, and then let me go.
The girl's eyes wide with fear made her change her tune. If the daughter-elect were loyal, loyalty beseemed the mother. "What!" she quavered, "you are all for love and the man of your heart then? Well, well! I like you for it, child." Isoult's heart began to knock at her ribs. "Can I trust her? Can I trust her?" she thought; and her heart beat back, "Trust her, trust her, trust her."
Prosper took something from his breast. "Look," he said, as he held it up. She watched it quivering in the moonbeams; her eyes brimmed; she grew blush-red, divinely ashamed. "Hold your hand out," said Prosper. She had risen to her knees; they were kneeling face to face, very near. Isoult's hands were crossed at her neck. Prosper remembered the gesture.
The knocking continued till the door was opened. "Who are you, in the name of Jesus?" said the woman, trembling. "Jesus be my witness, I come in His name. I am Brother Bonaccord," said a man without. "Save you, father," the woman replied, "but you cannot come in this night. There's a naked maid in the room." Isoult's plight was pitiable. She could do absolutely nothing but stay where she was.
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