Denise did not close her eyes that night. She was wakeful, strangely wakeful, almost conscious of the beating of her heart. More than once she had bent1 forward and touched Aymery’s hand, and its coldness chilled her, so that she longed for the day. Often too in the strained suspense2 of the night’s silence she would fancy that he had ceased to breathe, and she would fall a-praying with a passion that startled even her own heart.
A faint greyness beneath the door, a sudden tentative cry from some awakened3 bird. For a while silence, then sudden and strange, a thrilling up of note on note, a sense as of golden light mounting in sweeping4 spirals towards the sky. Wizard’s magic in the grey of the great wood, a thousand throats throbbing5 in unison6 till the whole world seemed full of a glory of sound. The very air quivered within the cell. It was as though invisible wings were beating everywhere, while the trees of the forest were tongued with prophetic fire.
Denise rose, opened wide the door, and let the song of the birds come to her with the cold fragrance7 of the breaking day. As yet greyness everywhere, grey grass, grey trees. A gradual gathering8 of light, then, of a sudden, as though some god had hurled9 fire into the sky, a blur10 of gold, a cry of crimson11 from the mouths of the pale clouds. Soon, an arch of amber12 in the east, the forest black against the splendour thereof, the grass a-gleam, the sky in the zenith still dim like a woman’s eyes dim with tears. A beautiful tenderness transfigured the face of the world; no wicked thing seemed thinkable while those birds were singing.
So the dawn came, and flung his torch into the cell at Denise’s feet.
Now that the daylight absolved13 her from suspense, she turned, a little fearfully, and knelt down beside the bed. The man’s face was in the shadow, so that it looked very sharp and grey to her, yet he was breathing quietly with his lips closed. Only a little blood had soaked through the bandages. Yet Denise knelt watching him, unable to shake off the haunting dread14 that he might not wake to see another dawn.
Whether it was the daylight playing on his face, or the long gaze of Denise’s eyes, Aymery awoke without so much as the stirring of a hand, and looked up straight into the woman’s face. And for some moments those two stared silently into each other’s eyes.
Aymery half rose upon his elbow, but Denise’s hand went to his unwounded shoulder.
“Lie still,” she said to him, with a pressure of the hand.
He obeyed her, and sank back upon the bed. Denise saw his lips move, but no words came from them. His eyes wandered from her face about the cell, as though the slow consciousness of it all were flowing into his brain. And as the daylight broadened, his mind’s awakening15 seemed to keep pace with it. He was lying in Denise’s cell, and upon Denise’s bed.
“How long have I been here?”
She bent towards him, her hair shining about her face. Aymery’s eyes caught the sheen thereof, and seemed dazzled by its glory.
“Only lie still,” she said. “In the night I thought that you would die. You are safe here. None but friends know the ways.”
He seemed to feel the first burning of his wounds, for his hand went to his right shoulder, but Denise caught it, and laid it upon the coverlet.
“I have looked to your wounds.”
“How did I come here?”
His eyes searched her face.
“You are safe, is not that enough; yet, you were very heavy,” and she smiled at him.
“Have you seen Grimbald?”
“No, no one.”
Aymery was silent for a moment, looking at Denise with a kind of quiet wonder. Her face was turned from him. And suddenly he caught her hand, and lifted it, and for a moment its whiteness lay across Aymery’s mouth.
“God guard you, Denise.”
Her eyes flashed down at him.
“You must live. I ask that.”
“Assuredly, I cannot die.”
Denise rose up and went out into the sunlight, for her face had blazed suddenly with blood that rushed from the heart.
The first thing that Denise did that morning was to take a pitcher16 that stood beside the door, and to go down to the spring to draw water. There were drops of the man’s blood upon the stones of the path, and Denise, bringing back her pitcher, washed the stains away so that they should offer no betrayal. The beech17 wood seemed still and empty in the morning sunlight. Yet the peril18 of the night haunted her heart continually with an innocence19 that had no thought of self.
She went to refill the pitcher at the spring, looking watchfully20 down every dwindling21 woodway, and listening even for the rustle22 of dead leaves. Aymery was lying awake when she returned. His eyes watched her a little restlessly, and there was something in those eyes of his that made the blood come more quickly to her face.
Turning to a cupboard she took out bread, honey, and a little jar of wine.
“Is that water, there?”
He was looking at the pitcher.
“Yes.”
Denise understood him instantly, for she found a clean napkin in the cupboard, moistened it, and bent over the bed.
“Your lips are dry.”
She put a hand under his head, raised it, and washed his mouth and face. He held out his hands to her, and she washed those also, yet her eyes avoided Aymery’s, and their deeps were hidden from him by the shadows of their lashes23.
“Are you hungry?”
“No, not even a little.”
“But you must eat for your strength’s sake.”
“I will do all that you desire.”
She would not suffer him to manage for himself, but spread the honey on the bread, and held the wine flask24 for him to drink.
“It is all that I can give,” she said simply.
He looked at her, but found no answer for the moment. Both of them had grown suddenly shy of one another and when their hands touched, the touch thrilled them from hand to heart.
Denise left him at last, and going to the doorway25 of the cell, stood to break bread for her own need. Yet though her face was turned from him, she could not put the man’s nearness from her, and the bread as she crumbled26 it, fell in waste on the stones at her feet.
“Denise.”
Aymery’s voice startled her. He had not spoken loudly, but there was a return of strength in the tone thereof.
“Yes?”
“You shall be rid of me before nightfall. I only ask for a day’s grace.”
She had turned and was looking down at him with solemn eyes.
“It will be days before you must stir,” she said. “Remember that I saw your wounds.”
“They are nothing.”
She spoke27 quietly enough, but Aymery looked up at her restlessly, watching the sunlight shining through her hair.
“I cannot lie here, Denise.”
“You are safe.”
“Too safe, perhaps; it is not of my own safety——”
He paused, but not before she had caught his meaning. The truth was difficult for Aymery to utter, and yet she honoured him for thinking of her honour.
“None but our friends come this way,” she answered.
He half rose in bed with the strong and generous passion that made his pale face shine on her out of the darkness of the cell.
“Mother of God, child, am I so selfish, and so blind! Do I not remember what you are, to all of us in these parts. If these dogs found me here! I would rather crawl on my hands and knees than tempt29 that chance.”
Her face flushed deeply, but not because of the mere30 words that he had spoken. A sudden impulse seized her, an impulse that came she knew not whither. Aymery had sunk back again, and the sight of this strong man’s weakness went to her heart. In the taking of a breath she was bending over him, and holding the wooden cross that hung at her girdle. Kissing it she held it before Aymery’s eyes.
“Lord, let this be as a sign between us, for I have no fear.”
“Denise, but one day,” he said. “To-morrow——”
“Leave God the morrow.”
“Yet, who knows what even the morrow may bring.”
Denise turned from him, and going out, closed the door. She stood leaning against it, looking above the trees into the blue of a spring sky. Infinitely32 strange, infinitely wonderful seemed this mysterious fire that had been kindled33 suddenly within her heart. Quench34 it she could not, though she strove to smother35 and hide it even from herself. As for Aymery, the cell seemed very dark to him, for lack of the radiance that had streamed from her hair.
Denise went down through the beech wood towards Goldspur that morning, meaning to see whether Gaillard and his men had gone. The valley was full of sunlight, but over the village hung a thin dun-coloured mist, with pale smoke curling upwards36 into the blue. No live thing moved in the valley, and even her hope of the glimpse of a friend failed her. Still, her heart was glad that there were no riders there, and that the violence of the night seemed farther from her world.
Gaillard had gone. He and his men had passed the night, drinking and warming themselves before the burning house, none too pleased with the evening’s handiwork. Soon after dawn a rider had come galloping37 in, beaconed through the darkness by the glare of the burning manor38, and Gaillard, when he had spoken with the fellow, had ordered his men to horse, after they had buried two comrades who had fallen beneath Grimbald’s axe39. They had ridden away towards the sea, since my Lord of Savoy had called Gaillard back to Pevensey.
The night before, some thirty “spears” and a company of archers40 had marched in from Lewes, sent thence by John de Warenne, the Earl.
“Since the iron is hot in your parts, sire,” ran the Earl’s message, “I send you a hammer for your anvil41. God keep the King.”
Peter of Savoy had laughed at the message, and thrown a jewel into Etoile’s lap.
“The book tells us that we should go a-hunting,” he had said. “We will send for the Gascon back again. There are lusty rebels to be pulled down when the King’s need is paramount42.”
Etoile had laughed in turn, with a gleam of black eyes and of white teeth.
“Let our horns blow, sire, I too will ride with you.”
“A bolt in time saves twine,” quoth her man.
When Gaillard returned that morning, and Peter of Savoy heard the news of Dan Barnabo’s death, and the way the mesne lords had called out their men, he smiled at Gaillard very grimly, and twitted him with the little that he had done.
“You are clever at lighting43 bonfires, my Gascon,” he said. “But singeing44 the bear makes him only madder. We have no need of our clerks and lawyers, for when such work is afoot we can shut justiciar, coroner, and sheriff up in the same box. Will any man tell me that I have no right of private war in my own manors45. The King is defied! Go to now, we have our warrant.”
Gaillard showed his teeth, and shot a stealthy, swaggering look towards Etoile.
“To catch the fox, sire, we must have hounds enough.”
“Take them, my boaster, and sweep the countryside. We will ride with you to see the chase.”
“And madame, also? We will show her how these pigs of Englishmen can run.”
That same evening as the sun sank low, Denise went down to draw water at the spring. The woods were full of a glory of gold, and the chequered shadows of the trees fell upon the brown leaves, and the vivid grass. The gorse seemed lit as for the evening of All Souls. Perfumes rose out of the pregnant earth. A hundred thrushes seemed chanting a vesper song.
The heart of Denise also was full of strange, elfin music. There was a smile upon her mouth, and her eyes caught the enchanted46 distance of dreams. As she drew water at the spring and the ripples47 of the pool were inset with gold, she sang to herself softly, a song that she had learnt as a young girl, a song of the tower, and not of the cell.
Aymery heard her singing as she came across the glade48 to the gate of the garden. The door of the cell stood open, but Denise had hung her cloak so as to hide the bed.
When she came in to him, Aymery watched her with the eyes of a man whose heart is troubled. For he felt the guilt49 of his presence in that place, and the fairness of Denise had made him afraid. True, she had taken no formal vows50, but to the world she was a creature whose very feet made the brown earth holy.
“No news of Grimbald?”
“None.”
Her deep voice thrilled him, but he stirred uneasily upon the bed.
“I have gained strength to-day.”
“Do not waste it, then, lord,” she answered him.
His eyes pleaded with her like the eyes of a dog.
“Give me a hand, Denise; I will try if I can stand.”
“No; why, you will but open your wounds again.”
“My thoughts are more to me than my wounds, Denise.”
He struggled up suddenly before she could hinder him, only to turn faint and dizzy, for the blood fell from his brain. He swayed, and went grey as Denise’s gown.
“Are you mad, lord; you will die of your wilfulness51!”
She put her arm about his shoulders, and her hair brushed against his cheek.
“Denise, if I could so much as crawl——”
His wistfulness woke a rush of tenderness in her.
“No, no, rest here.”
“Rest! I cannot rest, cannot you understand?”
Denise’s arm was still about his shoulders. They looked into each other’s eyes, one long look full of mystery, of sadness, and unrest.
“My heart understands you,” she said very softly. “Yet, is there shame in my wishing you to live.”
She let him lie back on the bed, and taking the wine, she made him drink, and her hand brushed the hair from off his forehead.
“You must sleep,” she said. “No harm can come while I am watching.”
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innocence
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