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Updated: September 28, 2025
"You know your duty?" said Perrote, interrogatively. "You first help your Lady abed, and then hie abed yourself, in the dark, as silently and hastefully as may be.
Perrote bought an ivory comb of Ivo, which cost her three shillings, for old acquaintance sake; Marabel purchased six silver buttons in the form of a lamb, for which she paid 8 shillings 9 pence; Agatha invested four shillings in a chaplet of pearls; while Amphillis, whose purse was very low, and had never been otherwise, contented herself with a sixpenny casket.
She was now confined to her bed, where she lay restlessly, moaning at intervals, but always on one theme. "My children! my lost children! Will not God give me back one?" Lady Foljambe signed to Perrote she scarcely knew why to break the news to the suffering mother. "Lady, the Lord hath heard your moaning, and hath seen your tears," said Perrote, kneeling by the bed. "He hath given you back "
Pray you, be not troubled: if so were, should you be any better off than now?" "Mary, Mother!" With that wail of pain the Countess turned back to her toilet. "Who was it? and how? Tell me what thou wist." Perrote considered a moment, and then answered the questions. "Your Grace hath mind of the two pedlars that came hither a few days gone?"
"'Tis not always the best-loved that loveth back the best," said Perrote, gently, "without man's best love be, as it should be, fixed on God. And 'tis common for fathers and mothers to love better than they be loved; the which is more than all other true of the Father in Heaven." "Thou mayest keep thy sermons, old woman, till mass is sung," said the Countess, in her cynical style. "Ah me!
"But if I know him, what I should say certainly to bring him would be that Sir Oliver de Clisson lay here in dungeon, and that if he would come he should see his head strake off in yonder court. He is a fair lover, my brother; but he is a far better hater." Perrote sighed. "Amphillis!" came faintly up the stairs and along the gallery. "Am-phil-lis!"
"O Mistress Perrote! must she die without deliverance?" "Without earthly deliverance, it is like, my maid. Be it so. But, ah me, what if she die without the heavenly deliverance! She will not list me: she never would. If man would come by that she would list, and might be suffered so to do, I would thank God to the end of my days." "Anentis what should she list, good Mistress?"
This action, in the estimation of the time, was merely equivalent to a cordial shaking of hands between the Countess and her deliverers. "I stretched mine empty hands for bread, And see, they have given me stones instead!" Before anything more could be said, the door opened, and Lady Foljambe came in. She addressed herself at once to Perrote.
Never before had Amphillis seen any one change as Perrote had changed now. The quiet, stolid-looking woman had become an inspired prophetess. It was manifest that she dearly loved her mistress, and was proportionately indignant with the son who treated her so cruelly. "Child," she said to Amphillis, "she lived for nought save that boy!
Then each girl rose and put by her spindle; courtesied to the ladies, and wished them each "Good-even," receiving a similar greeting; and the three filed out of the inner door after Perrote, each possessing herself of a lighted candle as she passed a window where they stood. The latter proved a very silent bedfellow.
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