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"Soothly, Mistress, I would not by my good will do my kinswoman an ill turn; yet either must I do so, or else hold my peace at wrong done to my Lady Foljambe, and peradventure to Master Hylton. My cousin Ricarda is not of my father's kin. She is daughter unto mine uncle, the patty-maker in the Strand. I know of no kin on my father's side." "Holy Mary!" cried the scandalised Perrote.
"God is wiser than His creatures," she said. "Words, words, Perrote! Only words. And I have heard them all aforetime, and many a time o'er. If I could but come at Him, I'd see if He could not tell me somewhat better." "Ay," said Perrote, with a sigh; "if we could all but come at Him! Dear my Lady " "Cross thyself, old woman, and have done. When I lack an homily preacher, I'll send for a priest.
The Lord knoweth wherefore such things do hap. At times I think it be to prevent us from being here in earth more blissful than it were good for us to be. Amphillis shook her head. She pretty well knew that such an assertion would whet Ricarda's curiosity, and increase her inquisitive queries. "Mistress Perrote, are you ill at ease?" "Not in health, thank God. But I am heavy of heart, child.
"Nay, Dame," said Perrote; "I myself heard you to say, the even afore Ricarda came, that it should give Phyllis a surprise to see her." If anything could have made Lady Foljambe more angry than she was, it was having it shown to her that she was in the wrong.
Jeanette, darling, take my dying blessing, and may God deal with thee as thou hast dealt by the old mother, and pay thee back an hundredfold the love thou hast given me! Kiss me, sweet heart, and forgive me the past." Two days later, the long journey by the way of the wilderness was over. On the 18th of March, 1374, Perrote folded the aged, wasted hands upon the now quiet breast.
As it was, she kept silence; but she was gratified when, after breakfast, having been bidden to follow Perrote, that worthy woman paused to say, as they followed the passage which led to their own turret "Now, Amphillis Neville, you shall see your Lady." She stopped before the locked and barred door opposite to their own, unfastened it, and led Amphillis into the carefully-guarded chamber.
There I abide. I'll say it, if He do. I would love any man that wrought that: and if He will work it, I will love Him and not otherwise. Hold! I desire no more talk." The Countess turned her face to the wall, and Perrote retired, with tears in her eyes. "Lord, Thou art wise!" she said in her heart; "wiser than I, than she, than all men.
If he had any sort of penetration, another minute might reveal the secret hitherto so jealously guarded, that his Sovereign's missing mother was a prisoner there. Her misery was the greater because she could not feel at all sure of Perrote, whom she strongly suspected of more loyalty to her mistress than to King Edward in her heart, though she had not shown it by any outward action.
Perrote made no reply to the petulant words and action. An expression of tender pity crossed her face, as she stooped and lifted the torn barb, and examined the rent, with as much apparent calmness as if it had been damaged in the washing. There was evidently more in her than she suffered to come forth.
There is no more to do, without she call in the night, till her lever, for which you must be ready, and have a care not to arouse her till she wake and summon you, without the hour grow exceeding late, when you may lawfully make some little bruit to wake her after a gentle fashion. Come now." Amphillis followed Perrote into the Countess's room.
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