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"And I would not part wid it but to my friend, and a maid so fair and delightsome. See you, how it shine! It shine better as de sun when it do catch him. You sleep in de prisoner's chamber? yes?" "Nay, I'm but a sub-chambermaid, look you not even an upper. Mistress Perrote, she sleeps in the pallet whenas any doth; but methinks her Ladyship lieth alone at this present.
Perrote knew the direction of Lady Foljambe's thoughts as well as if she had spoken them. She answered very calmly, and with a smile. "May Breton damsels not tarry in strange lands, as well as Breton pedlars? I have divers friends in England." "Surely, surely!" said the pedlar, hastily, perceiving that he had transgressed against Lady Foljambe's pleasure.
If Perrote de Carhaix had not been gifted with the unction from the Holy One, she would have made a terrible mistake at that juncture. All that she had been taught by man inclined her to say "no" to the question. But "there are a few of us whom God whispers in the ear," and those who hear those whispers often go utterly contrary to man's teaching, being bound only by God's word.
When the "bothering old woman" looked like that, she generally bothered him before he was much older. And Sir Godfrey, like many others of his species, detested being bothered. He soon found that fate remembered him. As he was going up to bed that night, he found Perrote waiting for him on the landing. "Sir, pray you a word," said she. Sir Godfrey stood sulkily still.
"Go near," said Perrote to Amphillis, "and kiss her Grace's hand." Amphillis did as she was told. The lady, after offering her hand for the kiss, turned it and gently lifted the girl's face. "Dost thou serve God?" she said, in a voice which matched her eyes. "I hope so, Dame," replied Amphillis. "I hope nothing," said the mysterious lady. "It is eight years since I knew what hope was.
Father Jordan thought she might live perhaps for another month; it was only a question of time. Perrote said that the soul was keeping the body alive. The old fiery flashes of passion were never seen now; she showed a little occasional irritability and petulance, but usually her mood was one of listless, languid weariness, from which nothing aroused her, and in which nothing interested her.
Either Perrote or Amphillis must sleep in the pallet bed in her chamber during the whole time of Lady Foljambe's absence, so that she should never be left unguarded for a single moment. Matthew received another harangue, to which he paid little attention in reality, though in outward seeming he received it with due deference.
But remember, as her Ladyship told you, no word that you hear, no thing that you see, must be suffered to go forth of these chambers. You may repeat nothing! Can you do this?" "I will bear it in mind," was the reply. "But, pray you, if I may ask seeing I know nothing is this lady that I shall serve an evil woman, that you caution me thus?" "No!" answered Mistress Perrote, emphatically.
Is it God's will when man speaketh a lie, or slayeth his fellow, or robbeth a benighted traveller of all his having? Crack me that nut, Perrote." "Truly, Dame, I am no priest, to solve such matters." "Then leave thou to chatter glibly anentis God's will. What wist any man thereabout?" Perrote was silent. "Open the window!" said the Countess, suddenly. "I am dying for lack of fresh air."
Our Plantagenet sovereigns were perpetual travellers up and down the kingdom, rarely staying even a fortnight in one place, though occasionally they were stationary for some weeks; but the old and infirm King who now occupied the throne had moved about less than usual of late years. Perrote was silent, but her face took a resolute expression, which Sir Godfrey had learned to his annoyance.
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