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He rather shrank from him, as usual; but when Lord Marnell contrary to his custom, lifted him up and kissed him, he seemed a little reassured, and sat on his father's knee, staring at him intently. Lord Marnell gave a cordial greeting to Richard, and then, observing how earnestly his little son's eyes were fixed upon him, asked him at what he was looking.
Alice Jordan was made very happy by an order from Lord Marnell to attend her sick mistress. Everything that Marnell Place could furnish, which Master Simon did not absolutely forbid, and Master Simon was easy of persuasion was lavished on the whitewashed cell in the Tower.
She was a good deal surprised when Lord Marnell spoke of going away; but he said he had promised his cousin Sir Ralph that he would stay with him next time he came into the neighbourhood; and he must return to London in a day or two. So he only remained to dinner, and departed immediately afterwards, evoking from Geoffrey the significant remark that "he liked him a great deal better this time."
"Then Friar Andrew Rous is the longest-eared ass I have lightly seen. Whence got you this book?" "It is mine own writing. I copied it." "Whence had you it?" No answer. "I say, whence had you this book?" roared Lord Marnell. "My Lord," said Margery, gently, but decidedly, "I think not that it needeth to say whence I had the same.
And so Richard Pynson and Margery Marnell parted, never more to speak to each other on this side of the Happy City. Any reader acquainted with mediaeval hymns will recognise in this "Urbs coelestis! urbs beata! Super petram collocata." I have translated a few lines of the hymn for the benefit of the English reader; but my heroine must be supposed to sing it in the original Latin.
The book was lent unto me, whence I copied that one; but I say not of whom it was lent unto me." "You shall say it, and soon too!" was the reply. "This matter must not be let drop it passeth into the hands of holy Abbot Bilson. I will seek him presently." And so saying, Lord Marnell strode out of the room, leaving Margery in a condition of intense terror.
Lord Marnell occasionally visited her; but not often, and he was her sole visitor. The jailer, for a jailer, was rather kind to his prisoner, whom he evidently pitied; and one day he told her, as he brought her the prison allowance for supper, that "strange things" were taking place in the political world.
The prisoner bowed her head when the sentence had been pronounced, and then said as she rose, and stretched out her hand to Lord Marnell, who came forward and supported her, "I greatly fear, reverend fathers, that your day is yet to come, when you shall receive sentence from a Court whence there is no appeal, and shall be doomed to a dreader fire!"
"It becometh not poor and humble monks, servitors of God, to lend themselves unto the vanity of mirrors," said he, pulling out a large rosary, and beginning to tell his beads devoutly. "`Servitors of God!" cried Lord Marnell, too angry to be prudent. "Dost call thyself a servitor of God? If God hath no better servitors than thou, I ween He is evil served!"
"I did afore I saw thee this morrow," replied Dame Lovell, candidly. "And wherefore not after?" "Meseemeth thou hast repented thyself of thy deed." "Repented!" said Lord Marnell, mournfully. "Mother, will you crede me if I tell you that no sorrow worser than this can ever befall me, and that had I known what would come of my seeking of Abbot Bilson, I had sooner cut off my right hand?"
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