Late on the afternoon of the first day Aymery turned aside from the road under the shade of an oak tree to rest his horse. Below him stretched a deep valley with the road running through it like a white thread; the place seemed very desolate4, while on the farther side of the valley the woods came down close to the road. The day was full of a shimmer5 of gold, and no mowers had come to mow6 the summer grass.
As Aymery sat there under the shade of the tree, he saw a man in a blue surcoat riding a grey horse along the road below. Aymery had hardly set eyes on him when he saw the man halt, and remain motionless under the July sun that glittered on him and showed that he was armed. A woman had come out from the woods close to the road, a woman with black hair and a scarlet7 tunic8 that shone up against the green. What was passing between them Aymery could not tell, but he saw the woman disappear into the woods and the man on the grey horse follow her.
Some time had passed, and Aymery’s thoughts had flown elsewhere, when a cry rose out of the summer silence, held a moment, and then died down. Presently he saw a grey horse and a rider in blue reappear out of the woods with another horse and rider beside him. The second man wore green, and carried a plain, black shield.
Aymery saw them ride away westwards into the golden light that covered the woods and the valley. The way they rode seemed strange to him, for the horses went shoulder to shoulder, and one arm of the man in green lay about the body of the rider in blue. He was puzzled moreover by the thought of the woman in the red tunic, and the cry that he had heard, and it crossed his mind that there had been foul9 play yonder.
When he had mounted and come down to the place where the blue knight had turned aside, Aymery turned aside also into the woods. A little way in, under the trees where a bank rose covered with bracken, he found a track that had been trampled10 leading to a place where someone seemed to have lain. But he saw nothing else beyond the tree boles, the cool green foliage11, and the bracken splashed here and there with sunlight. When he called, no voice answered him, so he rode out of the wood and went his way. Yet there was more in the wood than he had seen, nor did he guess that he would meet again with the rider on the grey horse.
On the evening of the second day Aymery came to the hills by Montifeld, and saw the Senlac uplands smitten12 by the evening light. Beyond Watlingtun he found a man mowing13 grass beside the road, and stopped to question him concerning Denise. The man pointed14 towards Mountjoye Hill, for they could see from where they stood the thatched roof of the cell above the thorn hedge.
“The Virgin’s cell is yonder, lording,” he said, thinking perhaps that Aymery rode thither15 to be cured of some wound, and that he would be disappointed, for the Lady of Healing had worked no cures since they had brought her to the Abbey lands.
Denise was at her prayers, kneeling on the threshold with the door of the cell wide open, when she heard the trampling16 of Aymery’s horse, a sound from the outer world that made her heart stand still and listen. There was a minute’s silence before she heard the latch17 of the gate lifted, and someone moving through the unmown grass.
“Aymery! Lord!”
He saw the wave of colour go over her face, for he had come upon her suddenly as she knelt there upon the threshold. The rush of blood from the heart died down again. She looked at him, and prayed that he should not see that she was trembling.
Denise rose up from her knees as though the sound of her own voice had broken some spell. A kind of dumb discomfiture18 possessed19 them both. Aymery, with the sunlight shining on his battle harness, felt challenged by his own silence. The words he had meant to utter stuck in his throat, for that wave of redness over the woman’s face had somehow made him feel ungenerous and a coward. What right had he to come galloping20 into her life again, when they had put a day of dreams behind them?
And like a man who would be honest, he stumbled to the blunt perfunctoriness of a boy going down on his knees in a church. There was something to be gone through with, and the sooner the better, since he had begun so clumsily. Many women would have misunderstood the mood in him. Denise understood it, perhaps more clearly than Aymery himself.
“Yes?”
Her eyes questioned him, more than her voice. Aymery put his shield before him as he knelt.
“I have been with Earl Simon,” he said, looking at his shield. “It is to be the sword on the shoulder, and a pair of spurs.”
He spoke22, with a slight shrug23 of the shoulders, a man ill at ease under his own eyes, even though self-consciousness was not part of his normal nature. Denise’s heart had dropped to a steadier rhythm. The quicker wit of the woman has always the advantage of the man.
“Earl Simon gave me some days, to keep vigils, wash, and be cleansed24. I would have my arms blessed also, they will serve in a good cause.”
“There is the Abbot Reginald.”
“Should I ride forty miles to be blessed by Reginald of Brecon? Here are my sword and shield. Bless them, or they shall go unblessed.”
She looked at him, recoiling27 upon the consciousness of all that had happened to her since the days at Goldspur.
“I?”
“You can bless them, Denise. Who better?”
The fog in the air between them thinned and vanished. But neither Aymery nor Denise noticed its passing. Life, and the infinite earnestness thereof had both their hearts in thrall28.
“Is it so great a thing to ask, Denise?”
“Need you ask that!”
“It is I who ask it of my own heart,” she answered.
He flung out his arms suddenly, and his face blazed up at her.
“For England, for the land, not for me alone, Denise. Mother of God—I will have no other. Am I not wise as to my own desire?”
His ardour caught her spirit and sent it soaring above the earth as a wind blows a half-dead beacon32 into flame. The miserable33 self-fear, the consciousness of coming shame fell away from her like a ragged34 garment. She was the Denise of the woods again, with miraculous35 eyes and hands.
“Give them to me.”
She stretched out her arms, took his shield, held it to her bosom, and spoke words over it that Aymery could not hear. Yet how much love and how much supplication36 there were in those words of hers, the heart of a woman alone could tell. She took his sword also, kissed the cross thereof, and held it on high.
She gave him the sword again, and Aymery kissed it, and knelt awhile with bowed head, as though in prayer. Then he rose up out of the grass, holding the cross of the sword before his eyes.
“I would keep my vigil here,” he said. “Yonder where there is a thicket38 of young oaks. Before dawn, I shall be gone.”
Denise’s face was still transfigured. The realisation of her earthliness had not returned as yet.
“God guard you in the wars,” she said to him.
Aymery lifted his head, and for a moment they looked into each other’s eyes. Then he turned from her as though his own heart bade him go. And it seemed to each that they had snatched a moment of joy from that half-closed hand of life that holds more pain than gladness.
There were some children standing39 staring at his horse when Aymery came out from the wicket in the hedge of thorns. He paid no heed40 to them however, and taking his horse by the bridle41, led him to the oak thicket on the hillside below Virgin’s Croft. The children ran away into the town, and told their mothers that they had seen a knight come out of St. Denise’s gate with a naked sword over his shoulder. The children’s tale-bearing caused some tattle in the Abbey town, and the Abbey servants heard it.
Thus these two, soldier and saint, passed the night within call of one another; Aymery kneeling bareheaded under the stars, with sword and shield before him; Denise pitiably wakeful in her cell, conscious of the darkness, and of that shadow of darkness that grew each day more heavy about her heart. She prayed for Aymery that night, prayed for herself, and against the future that she dreaded42. They were so near to each other, and yet so utterly43 apart. It seemed to Denise that night that she had fled to this place of refuge, only to meet the greater bitterness and shame.
At last the dawn came, and with it the sound of a horse moving over the grass. She heard Aymery come riding up to the hedge of thorns. She saw his sword flash out against the dawn as he stood in the stirrups and called her name.
“Denise, Denise!”
“God keep you,” she answered him in her heart.
He went away into the world at a gallop21, as though it was easier to leave her thus in the gold and green of a summer morning.
Aymery had been gone but half an hour when a monk44 and two lay brethren came hurrying over Mountjoye Hill. Their figures looked dark, intent, outlined against the virginal clearness of the dawn. The monk was Dom Silvius, and his eyes were sharp and watchful45.
He came alone to Denise’s cell, leaving the two lay brothers at the gate in the hedge. Denise was washing her neck and bosom; she had closed the door, and suffered Silvius to speak to her from without. She soon learnt that he had heard of Aymery’s coming, and that he desired to discover the reason thereof.
“It was one who rode here, Father, to have his arms blessed. He is on the eve of knighthood, and kept his vigil in the wood, yonder.”
Silvius’s face was very astute46, he stroked his chin and considered. There was nothing of the dreamer about him that morning.
“And the offering, Sister, the offering?”
Denise did not choose to understand.
“What offering, Father?”
“That which the man left, for the blessing.”
“He left no offering with me,” she said.
“No.”
“Not even a ring or a piece of money?”
“Nothing.”
Silvius’s face condemned48 such vagrant49 meanness. He hid his vexation, and spoke softly, remembering that he was dealing50 with a certain sensitive thing called woman.
“Sister,” said he. “Perhaps the man was poor. We grudge51 nothing to those who are blessed with poverty. But an offering should always be made, even though it be but the half of an apple. God loves not niggardliness52, my sister, and I would not have our good Lord, St. Martin, offended.”
Denise could not see Silvius because of the closed door, but there was something in his voice that made her see him as a sharp-faced, shrewd, insinuating53 figure hiding covetousness54 under the cloak of humility55.
“I asked for nothing, Father,” she said.
Silvius’s face was very cunning.
“True, my Sister, we do not barter56 with our own souls. But there are the poor to be remembered, the fabric57 of the church, the glory of St. Martin. There is no shame in holding out the hand for these.”
Denise’s hands were fastening her tunic. And in the darkness of the cell she seemed to understand suddenly, as one comes by the understanding of the deeper things of life in the midst of some great sorrow, the reason of their eagerness to win her to the Abbey. The realisation of it was like the discovery of simony and self-seeking in the character of one beloved. She stood motionless, staring at the door beyond which Silvius listened. And the day seemed bitter and sordid58 to her after the night of Aymery’s vigil.
“Such things as I receive,” she said, “shall be laid before the altar,” and from that moment she felt that she hated Silvius because she had seen the motives59 that moved his soul.
“That is well, Sister,” he answered her. “St. Martin is generous to all who give.”
The almoner went away grumbling60 to himself, disgusted as any Jew that a man who had benefited should have left nothing in return.
“The woman needs more shrewdness,” he thought. “Nor have we had any marvel61 from her yet to open the people’s hearts, and purses. God grant that we have not made an indifferent bargain. We are losing rental62, and giving food and gear,” and he returned in a temper, and thought mercenary thoughts all through Matins in the Abbey Church. For to Silvius his “house” was a great treasure-chest to be guarded, and enriched.
Denise was glad when Silvius had gone, and though she strove to put the sneering63 suspicions from her, they remained like dead trees, white and ugly in the green of a living wood. To count the money in the alms-box, to clutch at the offering, with the prayer hardly gone from the mouth! It was not in her soul to suffer such a traffic.
The day seemed very grey to her, though the sun was shining, because of that other thing that haunted her more than the thought of Dom Silvius’s keenness. She felt more and more that the virtue64 had gone out of her, and that the Lord of the Abbey would have no miracles to bring him treasure. If this thing were to mature, what then would follow? She shut the eyes of her soul to it, and tried to think of that night in May as but the memory of an evil dream.
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devoutly
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desolate
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shimmer
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mow
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tunic
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foul
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trampled
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foliage
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smitten
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mowing
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pointed
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thither
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trampling
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latch
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discomfiture
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possessed
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galloping
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gallop
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spoke
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shrug
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cleansed
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downwards
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bosom
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recoiling
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thrall
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steadily
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blessing
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beacon
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miserable
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ragged
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miraculous
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supplication
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rust
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thicket
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bridle
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dreaded
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utterly
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monk
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watchful
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astute
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gratitude
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condemned
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vagrant
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dealing
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grudge
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insinuating
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humility
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barter
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fabric
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grumbling
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marvel
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rental
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sneering
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virtue
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