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So Beltane stooped and kissed her, and, when he laid her down, Jolette the witch was dead. Full long Beltane knelt, absorbed in prayer, and as he prayed, he wept. So long knelt he thus, that at last cometh Roger, treading soft and reverently, and touched him. "Master!" he whispered.
For thy so great love, thy faith and loyalty, fain would I thank thee yet words be so poor, and I O, Benedict " "Lord," said Benedict, "our camp lieth scarce three miles westward, come, I pray thee " "Nay, first come ye, friend, and look upon a dead witch that was indeed a noble woman." So Beltane brought Sir Benedict where lay the dead Jolette, smiling yet as though into the eyes of God.
They had all gone " "Quebec looks like a besieged camp. Laurent, that is my husband," with a bright color, "said I could see it from the gallery, and that it resembled a great show. I went out and found you. At first I thought you were dead. But the Indian woman, Jolette is her Christian name, but I should have liked Wanamee better, carried you in here and after a while brought you to.
"There was Jolette, that folk did call a witch, and there is Sir Benedict that doth paint her pure and noble as I would have her. Yet would I know for myself, fain would I be sure ere we do meet, if she is but the woman who bore me, or the proud and noble mother I fain would love." "Could'st not love her first and judge her after, my son? Could not her very motherhood plead her cause with thee?
Thine arms are strong, lord Beltane, and very gentle. How, dost grieve for a witch, lord for poor Jolette? Nay, comfort ye my life has been none so sweet I should dread to lose it." "How cometh this?" he questioned gently, on his knees beside her. "'Twas the Red Pertolepe's men nay, messire, they have but killed me. But O, my dear lord heed me well.
Even as thy strong arms do cradle me, so have these arms held thee, O little Beltane, I have borne thee oft upon my heart ere now. Oft have hushed thee to rosy sleep upon this bosom. 'Twas from these arms Sir Benedict caught thee on that woeful day. For I that die here against thy heart, Beltane am Jolette, thy foster-mother wilt thou kiss me once?"
Roger was down gasping on his knees, Beltane's hand was tight-clenched upon the hilt of his sword, as out into the moonlight crept one, very bent and feeble, shrouded in a long grey cloak; a pitiful figure, that, leaning a hand upon the rock, slowly raised a drooping head. Then Beltane saw that this was the witch Jolette.
"That is a long way off." "Yes. And Wanamee is calling thee." "The priest says we must call her Jolette, that is her Christian name. Must I have another name? Well, I will not. Good-night," and away she ran. He fell into rumination again. What would she say to his marriage? He had a misgiving she would take it rather hardly.
"So now may God hear this thy oath, and I die in peace " And saying this, Jolette sank in his arms and lay a while as one that swoons; but presently her heavy eyes unclosed and on her lips there dawned a smile right wondrous to behold, so marvellous tender was it. "I pray thee, lord, unhelm that I may see thee once again thy golden hair "
Now hereupon the witch Jolette raised herself, and set her two hands passionately on Beltane's shoulders, and looked upon him great-eyed and fearful.
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