Aline had brought some beautiful roses whose fragrance1 filled the whole place. Joan’s eyes quite sparkled with pleasure.
“Oh, Mistress Aline, how lovely!”
“I said you were to call me Aline, just as I call you Joan,” and Aline kissed the little thin hand that seemed almost transparent2. “Now you must soon get well and be able to come and play games again; and see what I brought you to wear when you can run about.”
Aline’s own wardrobe was very scanty3, but one day Master Richard had brought back from York a piece of good camlet which he had given to Aline as a special present. “May I do just what I like with it?” she had asked. “Of course,” he replied. So Aline had coaxed4 Elspeth to help her, and, with much excitement, had made Joan an attractive little gown. Aline was rather at a loss for some trimming that she wanted and Audry had found her one day taking some off one of her own garments. She had expostulated but Aline had only said,—“Oh, it looks all right; I have left some on the upper part. I do not mind plain things.”
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Joan’s gratitude5 was too great for words; she could only gently squeeze Aline’s hand.
As Aline sat by the bedside the door opened and a dark bent6 figure appeared against the light.
“Good-day, Peter,” she said, and catching7 sight of Aline she added, “and good-day to you, Mistress.”
Moll had once been a fairly tall woman, but like Peter was now bent, although not to so great an extent and was never seen without her stick. Her face, wrinkled and worn as it was, more from evil living than from actual age, as she was not really very old, still had some trace of its original beauty, but there was a cruelty and cunning in its expression that defied description. All the children were frightened of “Moll o’ the graves” and would flee at her approach.
“You have a sick bairn here, Peter,” she began, ignoring Aline, “and I have been wondering whether I could not help you.”
Peter looked as if the last thing in the world that he desired was old Moll’s help.
“You have something laid by under this stone,” she went on, tapping the hearth8 with her stick as she spoke9; and Peter’s eyes seemed as if they would drop out of his head.
“Ah, you need not think to keep anything from me,” said the old crone; and suddenly turning round, she pointed10 her stick at Aline, “nor you, young Mistress, you have your secret that you wish no one to know,” she added vindictively11.
It might have been merely a bow drawn12 at a venture, yet Aline felt absolutely terrified of the old woman and meditated13 running from the house, but the thought of81 Joan held her back. “No, and you need not think you can get away either,” said Moll, as though reading her thoughts. “You are by yourself this time,” and she interposed her gaunt figure between Aline and the door.
“Come, Peter,” she said, “what will you be giving me, or shall I lay a murrain on your sheep?”
“I’ll give you three silver crowns.”
“Ha! ha! ha!—three silver crowns for a child’s life,” and, dropping her stick and holding out her skinny hands like the claws of some obscene bird, she began slowly to shuffle14 over the floor toward Peter, who stood rooted to the spot quaking in mortal fear.
Nearer and nearer the old hag drew toward him, scraping her bare shrivelled feet over the floor.
Peter sank on his knees and crossed himself. “God’s blood,” he said, “I will give you what you ask.”
“Then give me twenty crowns,” she said, and waving her arms over the fire the flames turned blue and shot up as though to lick her hands.
She then opened a small pouch15 at her girdle and taking a pinch from it threw it on the fire and a thick cloud of white smoke ascended16 and filled the room with a pungent17 odour and then circled round the room in fantastic shapes.
“In the smoke, in the clouds, I see the future writ,” she said; “I see three children and their fates are intertwined. Ah, the first passeth, the second passeth, the third remaineth. I see a great treasure. I see trouble. I see joy and a great darkness.” Then turning to Peter she said: “Keep your crowns this time; I can do nothing; the child must go,” and she laughed a low cruel laugh,—“and your fate,” she said, turning to Aline82 with a diabolic grin, “is like unto hers; but your path is through the fire; yet there is joy and prosperity after strange days for your little friend up at the Hall.” She laughed again, a blood curdling19 fiendish chuckle20, and grasping her staff she hobbled to the door and was gone so swiftly that they could hardly believe their eyes.
Poor little Joan had fallen back senseless and it was some time before Aline could bring her round. Was the old harridan21 deliberately22 trying to frighten the child to death or could she really in some way foretell23 the future?
The effect in any case was extraordinary and Aline had to pull herself together before she felt equal to the walk home.
“What does she mean by my path is through the fire?” she asked Audry, when she met her in the courtyard.
“Don’t think about it, don’t talk about it. Aline, you terrify me.”
“I do hope she has not done Joan any serious harm anyway,” said Aline. “But come, we must get ready for supper.”
Late in the evening as the family was seated in the great hall and the servants had retired24, just as the children were going to bed, Richard Mowbray came in from going round the house as his custom was to see if everything was all right. He seemed to be in a very irritable25 mood and Mistress Mowbray asked him what was the matter.
“Matter, Eleanor,” he said, “you know very well I am worrying about that cup. It’s the third thing that has disappeared this month and I seem to be no nearer finding out than we were before. I am fairly certain83 too that money has gone the same way. Beshrew me but I would give a goodly sum to find the knave26.”
“I think you might keep your discussions for another time,” said his wife icily, glancing at Aline as she spoke; “we do not want our affairs discussed by every stranger.”
“There are no strangers here, woman,” he said. “The child is a Mowbray which is more than you are yourself; her great grandmother was my grandfather’s only sister. Old James Mowbray who built this house loved her more than his son and if the old man had had his way, it is likely enough that the lassie would be the Mistress of Holwick. Woman, you are too jealous. The child shall always have a roof to her head as long as I am Master of Holwick.”
Master Mowbray was not particularly fond of Aline, although he was beginning to fall under her spell, but he had a sort of rough sense of justice, which was quite inexplicable27 to his wife; a trait of his character that had descended28 in a marked degree to his little daughter.
“Anyway it is time for the children to go to bed,” said Mistress Mowbray. “Run along, both of you, and, mind you, not a word of what you heard just now.”
The children went upstairs and naturally could not help discussing between themselves what Richard Mowbray had been saying. “I should like to help Master Mowbray,” said Aline. “It seemed to upset him very much.”
“We wanted some excitement, Aline,” said Audry, “and now we seem to have more than enough, what with a heretic and a thief. I wonder what Father would do for us if we could find the thief for him.”
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Consequently for the next few days the children were on the alert to see if they could discover anything. When they went down to visit Ian they told him the story and the three discussed it together.
“Anyway it does not matter telling you,” said Aline to Ian, “because you are not a real person.”
“And why am I not a real person, pray?” said Ian.
“Oh, you do not belong to the world at all; you never see anybody and live down here; you are only a sort of figure in our dream,” said Aline playfully.
“That’s rather a shadowy kind of existence,” he said, “but it’s nice to be dreamed into existence by such delightful29 people.”
“Look here, you two,” said Audry, “talk a little common sense. What are we going to do about this thief?”
“I think it must be some one in the house,” Aline remarked. “I do not think any one could get over the moat.”
“People like this lady would think nothing of swimming the moat,” said Ian.
“People like this lady would not do anything of the kind,” said Aline; “they could not even get out of the water on the inner side at all, as it is a perfectly30 straight wall all round, and even if they did, they would go drip, drip, drip, wherever they went and we have seen nothing like that.”
“They could take off their clothes,” objected Audry.
“Yes, and if they were disturbed,” Aline continued, “and had to escape in a hurry, I suppose they would not think they looked a little conspicuous31 and suspicious, eh?”
“Where is the silver kept?” asked Ian.
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“Most of it,” said Audry, “is kept in the treasury32, the little room near the gateway33 where the secret passage goes. I expect that is partly the reason for the passage; so that if the owner ever had to flee from the house in time of danger, he would come back and get his valuables without risk; but what an opportunity a thief would have who knew of the passage!”
Aline knit her brows and thought for some time. Menstrie, who was very clever with his chalk, was making sketches34 of her. “What a very thoughtful lady!” he said.
“Oh, is not that beautiful?” exclaimed Audry. “It is as beautiful as you are, Aline dear. Where did you learn about drawing, Master Menstrie?”
It was a charming little head with bold free lines and full of expression, very like an Andrea del Sarto.
“Oh, when I was in Florence and Venice,” said Ian; “it was a great time for me and I learned many things that it would have been almost impossible to learn over here. I was lucky enough to get to know both Paolo Veronese and Tintoretto as they called him, but I like the Florentine work better still. I often think I might have been an artist, but I have too many other responsibilities.”
Aline looked up at this point. “Yes, that is wonderful. Father was very fond of drawing and had several friends who were artists. There was Master Lindsay, who did a beautiful portrait of mother, but do you know I do not believe he could have drawn as well as that; it is so bold and free and yet sensitive and delicate in its details. His work was much more cramped35 and over-elaborated. No,” she said, holding the drawing at arm’s86 length, “I am sure he could not have done it nearly so well.”
“Well, never mind about the drawing,” said Menstrie; “what were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking that the theft could not very well have taken place at night. If it had, probably many more things would have gone. But some one may have slipped into the little room for a moment when the old seneschal’s back was turned. We might go along and find out when Edward is there, whether we can hear and know what goes on from the secret passage.”
“It is just about now that Edward fetches the silver,” said Audry.
“Come along then.”
So the two children jumped up and ran to the door. “Good-bye,” said Aline, waving her hand, “wish us luck.”
Ian watched them go and then fell into a reverie. What a strange thing it was that chance should have brought him to Holwick! He looked at the drawing which was still on his knee. “Leonardo would have given something to draw her head,” he mused36. “But neither he nor Raphael could have done it justice. Yes, she is like her, very like, and yet more beautiful. Who could have believed that any one could be more beautiful? This child’s father must have been handsome as she says. I wonder in what way I am to be of service to her. It’s a pity that she is of the old faith. Somehow I feel that that is going to be a difficulty. I should find it very hard to get any assistance if it were needed. The other side would not look at me and my side would not look at her. I wonder if they would even help me87 myself,” he pondered. “I do not hold with most of them by any means. I fancy that child’s father would have been more to my liking37. How narrow and unkind they all are. Think of a Catholic like Sir Thomas More, a very saint of a man, coming to the block. Will nothing ever soften38 men’s hearts? John Knox is all very well, but he’s dour18. No, John, my friend, Plato was quite right; if you do not understand beauty you will have to serve a little apprenticeship39 before St. Peter will open the gates. Harmony not strife,—the Beauty of Holiness,—think of it, Master John, think of it! With what humility40 and yet with what ecstasy41 we shall worship in that presence.
“Ah, child,” he went on, “you are indeed the handiwork of God and, as Plato says, I do pass through you to something more.”
As he spoke the vision of the child seemed to shape itself before his eyes. Her little feet were bare as when he saw her first and she was stretching out her beautiful arms toward him. Her face shone with a strange light and then gradually he felt himself lifted up and the vision changed, becoming more ethereal and more beautiful, till his heart stood still. It was no longer a child, it was no longer even human beauty at all. It was altogether transcendent.
He rose slowly and then knelt down. “Now I know,” he said, “this is the heart’s adoration42, this is worship. I never knew before.” He bowed down utterly43 humbled44 and yet at the same time exalted45 and a voice seemed to say,—“I am that I am.” He felt as one who is purified as in a fire and then gradually a sense of peace stole over him.
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He knelt there in a rapture46 for a long time until at length the vision faded slowly away. But he realised that in some strange fashion new strength had been given to him and that the temptations of life were shrinking into littleness.
Meanwhile Aline and Audry made their way along the passage. It was daylight so they felt that their light would not be seen. When they got to the end they could hear perfectly and even see a little bit through a tiny crack. They saw Edward, the seneschal, come in and take out the great salt and the nef and then he carefully fastened the door. After a while he came back and fetched some of the other things.
When the children returned to Ian, they both exclaimed,—“Oh, you are looking so much better.”
For a moment he did not speak; he was watching Aline as she unconsciously glided47 down the room with a sort of dancing step, humming a tune48 and slowly waving her arms. She seemed filled with a new sacredness, a new unapproachable otherworldliness; it was an apotheosis49 of childhood.
“Well, you have come back to me,” he said at length. “What did you discover?”
“Not a great deal,” Aline answered, “but we can see through a chink and we may some day see the thief himself.”
“I am afraid that we shall never catch him,” said Audry, “and what is the use of troubling about it? The thing is gone now and what is done is done.”
“No, it might come back,” protested Aline, “and I shall not give up hope yet awhile. Come along, you have got to finish that piece of tapestry50 and it’s no use89 saying what is done is done, because what is done is no use, unless you do some more.”
Both laughed and ran out.
They worked at the tapestry in the solar. Mistress Mowbray was there engaged in the same occupation. By and by her husband came in. “I suppose you have found out nothing about that cup,” she remarked.
“No,” said Master Richard, “and meseemeth I am not likely to do so. Edward is confident that it cannot have been taken from the treasury.”
“Humph! He may say so. Look you now, Richard, if I were you I should get rid of Edward. Turn him out of doors.”
“Do you think that Edward has taken it?” said her husband, looking surprised.
“Why, who else could have taken it? It’s as clear as daylight. I cannot see wherefore you hesitate.”
Richard Mowbray gazed steadily51 in front of him for a long time, stroking his pointed beard. “Yes, I think it must be so; I shall do as you suggest. Edward shall leave.”
“I am sure Edward did not do it,” said Audry impulsively52.
“Nonsense, wench,” said her father, “what do you know about it?”
“Oh, well, it has nothing to do with me, but it’s hard on the old man if he did not do it,” Audry replied. “Come along, Aline; I’m tired of this tapestry; we’ve done enough. I want you to read to me. May we go, mother?”
“Yes, yes, run away, both of you”; and, lest Audry’s remark should have had any effect, she added, to her husband;—“It90 will be an excellent plan in many ways. Edward is getting past his work in any case. I shall be very glad to have some one else.”
“Certainly, Eleanor, it shall be as you wish.”
Audry had run on. Aline had risen and stood irresolutely53 looking at the Master of Holwick. “But, Cousin Richard, you will wait a bit, won’t you?” she said coaxingly54.
“Why, child?”
“Because it might not be Edward, and, probable as it seems, you cannot be certain.” She rose and put her arm round him and in her most bewitching way added,—“You will think it over, won’t you? I know I am only a little girl, but what would you think, Cousin Richard, if afterwards it turned out that you were wrong?”
“Aline,” shouted Mistress Mowbray, “I will not have you interfering55. Edward shall leave at once. We cannot have a thief in the house.”
“It isn’t just, Mistress Mowbray. You do not know that he is a thief; you have no proof.”
“Wench, I can dismiss my servants when I please, thieves or not thieves.”
In addition to the claims of justice Aline felt a definite feeling of antagonism56 rising in her, a touch of the fighting instinct. “Of course you can do as you please,” she said, “but that does not make it fair.”
“I tell you Edward shall go; he is getting too old and that is enough reason.”
“Richard,” she continued, “am I mistress of this house or is that skelpie? The man is only a servant and I can treat him as I like. I am within my rights.”
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Aline could not resist going on, yet she hated the whole thing; she felt that her attitude was unbecoming, if not impertinent; but she could not let Edward go without a struggle, nor could she abandon a fight which she had once begun; that was not human nature. “You may be within your rights,” she said, “and he may be only a servant; but that is just it;—if you belonged to the servant class yourself that sort of reason might be enough, but ‘noblesse oblige’ as father used to tell me. That is so, is it not, Cousin Richard? and we must investigate the case before Edward is sent away.”
Eleanor Mowbray flushed crimson57; Aline had found the weak spot in her armour58. The vintner’s daughter was not a lady, but the one thing in life that she desired was to be thought one.
“Yes, child,” said Master Richard, for the remark had touched his proper pride. “Yes, keeping within his rights is good enough for common people. But gentle blood demands more than rights. It has higher standards altogether. It is a matter of honour, not of rights. Many things are right but they are not honourable59. The churl60 does not know the meaning of honour. By my troth, lassie, you remind me of my mother’s father, the Duke of Morpeth, who used to say that aristocracy was the pride of humility, the pride that could not be demeaned by humbling61 itself, the pride that could not lower itself by standing62 on its rights. Our Lord, he used to say, was the noblest knight63 and the first gentleman of chivalry64. Ah, little maid,” he went on, “you must forgive me my reminiscences; the serious things of life cannot be left out.”
“No, Cousin Richard, I’m listening.”
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“I remember,” he continued, “how he used to quote ‘He that sweareth to his own hurt and changeth not shall never be moved,’—‘qui facit haec non movebitur in aeternum.’ That was his illustration of the principle in practice; the vulgar man sticks to his bargain or his promise; the gentleman goes entirely65 beyond his promise and does what is expected of him, whether he had given his word or not. The vulgar man tries to wriggle66 out of an engagement if it does not suit him; the gentleman stands to the most trivial engagement, even if there is no formal promise, though it may cost him much sacrifice. Honour compels him, ‘noblesse oblige.’ The man of poor blood has no honour; he merely has honesty and he thinks the gentleman is a fool. He has not climbed high enough to see.
“You are right, little one; there would be nothing wrong in dismissing Edward; we have no promise, no contract: we may even act to our own hurt by keeping him, if he really should be the thief, but honour demands it. The matter shall be thoroughly67 investigated before we do anything with Edward.”
Aline having gained her point ran away. She had not intended at first definitely to withstand Mistress Mowbray. However, Master Richard had agreed with her and she dismissed the matter from her mind.
Not so Mistress Mowbray. She was mortified68 and she was not going to forget it. Besides the child had committed the unpardonable sin of showing that she was a lady and making it equally clear that she, Eleanor Mowbray, belonged to a lower class. Mistress Mowbray was learning her lesson.
Day after day the children used to go at the proper93 hour and once or twice Edward did leave the door unlocked for a few moments; but they never saw any one come in and finally began to lose heart and feel that they must give it up as hopeless.
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