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After all had departed, he approached the miserable mother, and, in a tone least becoming his general manner, inquired: "Tell me, now, Mrs. Selde, did she not wish to have 'him'?" "Whom? whom?" cried Selde, with renewed alarm, when she found herself alone with the fool.
"Who? who?" groaned the wedding-guests, seized, as it were, with an icy horror. "Gone! gone!" cried the woman from the entry, and hurrying up the stairs came Selde Klattaner, the mother of the bride, pale as death, her eyes dilated with most awful fright, convulsively grasping a candle in her hand. "For God's sake, what has happened?" was heard on every side of her.
But it hath not bene sene in Ffraunce, that vj. or vij. theves haue be hardy to robbe iij. or iiij. trewe men. Wherfore it is right selde that Ffrenchmen be hanged ffor robbery and manslaughter, then there be hanged in Ffraunce ffor such maner of crime in vij yeres. There is no man hanged in Scotlande in vij yere to gedur ffor robbery.
The men be of scarce living, and many suffer hunger long time, and eat selde tofore the sun going down, and use flesh, milk, meats, fish, and fruits more than Britons: and use to eat the less bread, and though the men be seemly enough of figure and of shape, and fair of face generally by kind, yet their own Scottish clothing disfigures them full much.
Dissimulation, however, was too evident to suffice to deceive them. "Why, then, did you shriek so, Selde," called out one of the guests to her, "if nothing happened?" "Yes, she has gone," Selde now moaned in heart-rending tones, "and she has certainly done herself some harm!" The cause of this strange scene was now first discovered. The bride has disappeared from the wedding-feast.
"I mean," said Leb, in a most sympathetic manner, approaching still nearer to Selde, "that maybe you had to make your daughter marry him." "Make? And have we, then, made her?" moaned Selde, staring at the fool with a look of uncertainty. "Then nobody needs to search for her," replied the fool, with a sympathetic laugh, at the same time retreating. "It's better to leave her where she is."
Strange as this explanation may seem, there were many who believed it at this very moment, and, most of all, Selde Klattaner herself. But it was only for a moment, for she at once exclaimed: "No, no, my good people, she is gone; I know she is gone!" Now for the first time many of them, especially the mothers, felt particularly uneasy, and anxiously called their daughters to them.
And he passeth selde out, but when all the swarm shall go out. His outgoing is known certain days tofore by voice of the host, as it were arraying itself to pass out with the king. The culvour is messager of peace, ensample of simpleness, clean of kind, plenteous in children, follower of meekness, friend of company, forgetter of wrongs. The culvour is forgetful.
Ruben Klattaner stood in the hall entry below, and let the people hurry past him without exchanging a word with any. Bitter disappointment and fear had almost crazed him. One of the last to stay in the room above with Selde was, strange to say, Leb Narr, of Prague.
The searchers were to be found everywhere except there where they ought first to have sought for the missing one. Her mother, Selde, still sat on the same chair on which she had sunk down an hour ago. The fright had left her like one paralyzed, and she was unable to rise.
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