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Updated: June 28, 2025
Here was a man who might safely be allowed to visit the dying Countess being, of course, told the need for secrecy and if he requested it of him, Perrote must cease to worry him after that. No poor priest, nor all the poor priests put together, could be the equivalent of a live Archbishop. He consulted Lady Foljambe, and found her of the same mind as himself.
It was desirable, for many reasons, that Sir Godfrey and the Abbot should keep on friendly terms. Perrote stepped back to tell the knight who stood at his gate, and he at once hastened forward with a cordial welcome.
She now turned her artillery upon Perrote, whom she scolded in the intervals of heaping unsavoury epithets upon Amphillis and Ricarda, until Amphillis thought that everything poor Perrote had ever done in her life to Lady Foljambe's annoyance, rightly or wrongly, must have been dragged out of an inexhaustible memory to lay before her. At last it came to an end.
"I have nothing in the world," said Amphillis, with a shake of her head, "save an uncle and cousins, which dwell in London town." "Ha!" said Mistress Perrote, in a significant tone. "That is wherefore you were chosen." "Because I had no kin?" said Amphillis, looking up. "That, and also that you were counted discreet. And discreet you had need be for this charge."
"Did I not bid you alway to lock the door when you should enter? Lo, here it is unlocked. Wherefore have you a key apart from mine, but that you should so do?" "I cry you mercy, Dame," said Perrote, meekly. "Did you ever this before?" "I mind not well, Dame." "Well, of a surety! Call you this guarding a prisoner?
However, it was of no use to turn back on some pretended errand; she was sure to wait till his return, as he knew. Sir Godfrey growled again inaudibly, and went on to meet his fate in the form of Perrote. "Sir, I would speak with you." Sir Godfrey gave an irritable grunt. "Sir, the day of our Lord's birth is very nigh, when men be wont to make up old quarrels in peace.
Sad, tired, sorrowful eyes eyes out of which all expectation had departed; which had nothing left to fear, only because they had nothing left to hope. They were turned now upon Amphillis. "Your Grace's new chamber-dame," said Mistress Perrote, "in the room of Clarice. Her name is Amphillis Neville." The faintest shadow of interest passed over the sorrowful eyes.
"Sir," said Perrote, addressing herself to the master of the house, "Phyllis tells me a party be making hither, that she hath seen from the window; and under your good pleasure, I reckon, from what the maid saw, that it be my Lord's Grace of Bretagne and his meynie." Sir Godfrey struggled to his feet with an exclamation of surprise.
"My half-day's work is done, And this is all my part; I give a patient God My patient heart. "And grasp His banner still, Though all its blue be dim: These stripes, no less than stars, Lead after Him." "Fair Lord," said Perrote de Carhaix, in the native tongue of both herself and the Duke, "I am your old nurse, who held you in her arms as a babe, and who taught your infant lips to speak.
She was restless and evidently miserable, Perrote thought more so than merely from the longing desire to see her son; but some strange and unusual reserve seemed to have come over her. Physically, she sank day by day: it would soon be hour by hour.
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