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Let us not speak of ourselves, but of God." "Mother, I wish to ask you something," said Philippa rather doubtfully, for she did not wish to pain her again, yet she deemed her coming question necessary. "Ask what you will, Lady de Sergeaux." There was no sad cadence now in the gentle voice. "I desire to know for so only can you really help me if you know yourself what it is to be unloved."
The facts remain the same as regards other persons, where their history is not affected by the discovery. Philippa Sergeaux is represented in the opening of the story as a child of three years old. It is more than probable that she was about ten years younger. The date of her marriage is not on record.
"I remember," said Mother Joan, dreamily, "many years ago, seeing mine aunt, the Lady of Gloucester, at the court of King Edward of Caernarvon, arrayed in a fair baudekyn of rose colour and silver. It was the loveliest stuff I ever saw. And I could see then." "Nay, Lady de Sergeaux, with what years do you credit me?" rejoined the nun, laughing a little.
Her mother did it for her; for Isabel had been solidly and elaborately instructed by Giles de Edingdon, under the superintendence of the King's Confessor, Luke de Wodeford, also a Predicant Friar. The letter had to be directed very much at random, to "Sir Richard Sergeaux, of the Duke of Lancaster's following, at Bordeaux, or wherever he may be found."
Earl Richard just permitted his jewelled fingers to touch Philippa's velvet hood, saying carelessly, "Our Lady keep thee! I cry you mercy, fair son; the lesser tercel is far stronger on the wing." As Philippa rose, Sir Richard Sergeaux took her hand and led her away. So she mounted her palfrey, and rode away from Arundel Castle.
Philippa was ready with a list of sins which she felt certain she had not committed. "Give me leave to add one," said the eremitess. "Pride is sin; nay, it is the abominable sin which God hateth. And is there no pride in you, Lady de Sergeaux? You tell me you cannot forgive your own father.
"I know not if you can read," she said, offering the book to Lady Sergeaux; "but there are the words." "Yes, I can read. My nurse taught me," said Philippa, taking the little book from her hand. But her eyes lighted, the first thing, upon a passage which enchained them; and she read no further.
Various reasons induced her to select a convent at a distance from home. After a period of indecision, she fixed upon the Abbey of Shaftesbury, and obtained the necessary permission to reside there for a time. Lady Sergeaux arrived at Shaftesbury towards the close of August.
But to the eldest daughter, whose name was equally unnamed with hers whose ears heard the news so far away whose head had never known the fall of his hand in blessing whose cheek had never been touched by loving lips of his to Philippa Sergeaux the black serge for which she exchanged her damask robes was real mourning. She did not say now, "I can never forgive my father."
The Earl's choice, she was then informed, had fallen on Sir Richard Sergeaux, a knight of Cornwall, who would receive divers manors with the hand of the eldest daughter of Arundel. Philippa was, however, not told that Sir Richard was expected to pay for the grants and the alliance in extremely hard cash.
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