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Perrote, meanwhile, had gone down into the hall, where Lady Foljambe sat at work with Agatha. Sir Godfrey was seated before the fire, at which he pointed a pair of very straight and very lengthy legs; his hands were in his pockets, and his look conveyed neither contentment nor benevolence.
Perhaps, too, down in those dim recesses of the human heart which lie so open to God, but scarcely read by man himself, there was a mustard-seed of faith a faint "Who can tell?" which did not rise to hope and certainly a love ready to endure all if it might gain its blessed end. "Sir," said Perrote, "I entreat a moment's speech of you."
It should harm her, if men knew thou wist it. And, God wot, she hath harm enough." "I will never speak word, Mistress Perrote, to any other than you, without you bid me, or grant me leave." "So shall thou do well. Guess, Amphillis, who is it that keepeth this poor lady in such durance." "Nay, that I cannot, without it be our Lord the King." "He, surely; yet is he but the gaoler.
I pray you to send this creature out of my sight, as the least reparation that can be offered for such an injury." "You need not, Sir," was the immediate reply of Perrote. "I go, for mine errand is done. And for the rest, may God judge between us, and He will." The Duke sat down to the collation hastily spread before him, with the air of an exceedingly injured man.
My Jean would come to the old, white-haired mother that risked her life for his he would come if he could. He must know how my soul hungereth for the sight of his face. I want nothing else. Heaven would be Purgatory to me without him." "Ah, my dear Lady!" tenderly replied Perrote. "If only I might hear you say that of the Lord that laid down His life for you!"
Hand me yonder weary gear. It is better than counting one's fingers, maybe." Amphillis stooped and gathered up the scattered broidery, glancing at Perrote to see if she were doing right. As she approached her mistress to offer them, Perrote whispered, hurriedly, "On the knee, child! on the knee!" and Amphillis, blushing for her mistake, dropped on one knee.
"But your Grace remembereth, we won not back into the town at after," quietly suggested Perrote. "Well, what so? Went we not to Brest, and there gathered six hundred men, and when we appeared again before Hennebon, the trumpets sounded, and the gates were flung open, and we entered in triumph? Thy memory waxeth weak, old woman! I must refresh it from mine own."
"Mistress Perrote, may I ask a thing at you?" "Ask, my maid." "My Lady answered me not; will you? What hath our Lady done to be thus shut close in prison?" "She done?" was the answer, with a piteous intonation. Perrote looked earnestly into the girl's face. "Amphillis, canst thou keep a secret?" "If I know myself, I can well." "Wilt thou so do, for the love of God and thy Lady?
"Thou hadst better win in cloister thyself, when thou art rid of me," was the answer, in a tone which was a mixture of languor and sarcasm. "Thou art scarce fit to tarry without, old woman." "I will do that which God shall show me," said Perrote, calmly. "Dame, were it not well your Grace should essay to sleep?" "Nay, not so.
"Not yet is His kingdom of this world. But He is King of Israel, and King of kings, and King of the everlasting ages; and the day cometh when He shall be King of nations, when there shall be one Lord over all the earth, and His Name one. Is He thy King, Amphillis Neville?" "Signify you our blessed Lord, Mistress Perrote?" "Surely, my maid. Could any other answer thereto?"
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