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"Heyday, you never told me that. What, Reicht, are you as sly as the rest?" "Nay, nay," said Reicht eagerly; "but I never thought you would really part with him to me. In my country the mistress looks to be served before the maid." Margaret settled them in her shop, and gave them half the profits. 1476 and 7 were years of great trouble to Gerard, whose conscience compelled him to oppose the Pope.
Catherine and Reicht stared at her a moment in silence, and then out burst a flood of questions, to none of which would she give a reply. "Nay," said she, "I have lain on my bed and thought, and thought, and thought whiles you were all sleeping; and methinks I have got the clue to all, I love you, dear mother; but I'll trust no woman's tongue.
Be then an arbalestriesse!" "And what the dickens is that?" inquired Reicht. "I mean, be the wife, mistress, and queen of Denys of Burgundy here present." A dead silence fell on all. It did not last long, though; and was followed by a burst of unreasonable indignation. Catherine. "Well, did you ever?" Margaret. "Never in all my born days." Catherine. "Before our very faces." Margaret.
After the first day it became intolerable; and what does the poor soul do, but creep at dark up to Gouda parsonage, and lurk about the premises like a thief till she saw Reicht Heynes in the kitchen alone, Then she tapped softly at the window and said, "Reicht, for pity's sake bring him out to me unbeknown."
"Let me get home," said Margaret faintly. Passing down the Brede Kirk Straet they saw Joan at the door. Reicht said to her, "Eh, woman, she has been to your hermit, and heard no good news." "Come in," said Joan, eager for a gossip.
Just as they entered Rotterdam, Reicht said, "Stay! Oh, Margaret, I am ill at deceit; but 'tis death to utter ill news to thee; I love thee so dear." "Speak out, sweetheart," said Margaret. "I have gone through so much, I am almost past feeling any fresh trouble." "Margaret, the hermit did speak to me." "What, a hermit there? among all those birds." "Ay; and doth not that show him a holy man?"
Catherine bustled about; laid the girl down with her head on the floor quite flat, opened the window, and unloosed her dress as she lay. Not till she had done all this did she step to the door and say, rather loudly: "Come here, if you please." Margaret Van Eyck and Reicht came, and found Margaret lying quite flat, and Catherine beating her hands. "Oh, my poor girl! What have you done to her?"
Presently a Tergovian came in with a word from Catherine that Ghysbrecht Van Swieten had seen Gerard later than any one else. On this Margaret determined to go and see the house and goods that had been left her, and take Reicht Heynes home to Rotterdam. And as may be supposed, her steps took her first to Ghysbrecht's house. She found him in his garden, seated in a chair with wheels.
At this Gerard looked the picture of doubt and consternation. "It is because you never told her you were in love," said Reicht Heynes, pitying his confusion. "Silence, wench! Why should he tell us his affairs? We are not his friends: we have not deserved his confidence." "Alas! my second mother," said Gerard, "I did not dare to tell you my folly." "What folly? Is it folly to love?"
"Flout me not, but prithee go forward, and get me what is my own, my sole joy in the world. Thou knowest I am on thorns till I have him to my bosom again." Reicht went forward; Margaret sat by the roadside and covered her face with her apron, and rocked herself after the manner of her country, for her soul was full of bitterness and grief.
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