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Updated: July 3, 2025
Is any man that breathes worth your child's life?" "My child! where is he? Why, Reicht, I have left him behind. Oh, shame! is it possible I can love him to that degree as to forget my child? Ah! I am rightly served for it." And she sat down, and faithful Reicht beside her, and they sobbed in one another's arms. After a while Margaret left off sobbing and said doggedly, "let us go home."
'Say you the word, quoth I, 'and I'll wed him." "Poor Luke!" "Prithee, why poor Luke?" "To be bandied about so, atwixt yea and nay." "Why, Reicht, you have not ever been so simple as to cast an eye of affection on the boy, that you take his part?" "Me?" said Reicht, with a toss of the head. "Oh, I ask your pardon. Well, then, you can do me a good turn."
So then, not being herself used to be thwarted, she got provoked, and at last went out hastily with an abrupt and mutilated curtsey, which Catherine, returned with an air rather of defiance than obeisance. Outside the door Margaret Van Eyck found Reicht conversing with a pale girl on crutches.
"Reicht, go you and ask him, will he give me back my boy; for I could not bear the sight of him." "Alas! mistress, this do seem a sorry ending after all that hath been betwixt you twain. Bethink thee now, doth thine heart whisper no excuse for him? dost verily hate him for whom thou hast waited so long? Oh, weary world!" "Hate him, Reicht?
In the midst of their gossip, Margaret, in whose ears it was all buzzing, though she seemed lost in thought, got softly up, and crept away with her eyes on the ground, and her brows bent. "She hath forgotten I am with her," said Reicht Heynes ruefully. She had her gossip out with Joan, and then went home. She found Margaret seated cutting out a pelisse of grey cloth, and a cape to match.
Nay, turn about: it's his child as well as mine; let him keep it awhile: mayhap that will learn him to think more of its mother and his own." "High words off an empty stomach," said Reicht. "Time will show. Come you home." They departed, and Time did show quicker than he levels abbeys, for at the second step Margaret stopped, and could neither go one way nor the other, but stood stock still.
Reicht took her into a room, and said, "Bide a minute; she is at her orisons." There was a young woman in the room seated pensively by the stove; but she rose and courteously made way for the visitor. "Thank you, young lady; the winter nights are cold, and your stove is a treat." Catherine then, while warming her hands, inspected her companion furtively from head to foot, inclusive.
As she was going out of the door Margaret said to her, "Said you whose son Gerard was?" "Nay, not I." "Think, girl! How could he call him Gerard, son of Eli, if you had not told him?" Reicht persisted she had never mentioned him but as plain Gerard. But Margaret told her flatly she did not believe her; at which Reicht was affronted, and went out with a little toss of the head.
"Then what a saint a dormouse must be?" "Out, fie, mistress. Would ye even a beast to a man?" "Come, Reicht," said Margaret, "my poor father taught me overmuch, So I will e'en sit here, and look at the manse once more. Go thou forward and question thy solitary, and tell me whether ye get nought or nonsense out of him, for 'twill be one."
As Reicht drew near the cave a number of birds flew out of it., She gave a little scream, and pointed to the cave to show Margaret they had come thence, On this Margaret felt sure there was no human being in the cave, and gave the matter no further attention, She fell into a deep reverie while looking at the little manse.
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