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His doublet was of cloth of silver, with a close jerkin of white satin embroidered in silver and little pearls. His girdle and the scabbard of his sword were of cloth of silver, with golden buckles. His poniard and sword were hilted and mounted in gold, together with many blazing orders and richer devices that I know not how to enumerate.

My lady’s gown was all of white satin, sewn down the front with little pearls, like those on my lord’s jerkin, and her ruff was of soft lace, not stiff, as was the fashion, but falling about her bosom most modestly and becomingly. Lord Robert, methinks, was eke as goodly, after his way, as either his sister or Lord Denbeigh, being close clad from head to foot in crimson sarcenet, slashed all with cloth of gold. My lady had given me some suiting clothes for the occasion; and as for Marian, methought in her new gown of sea-green taffeta, with her new ruff and head-gear, that she looked as fair a matron as any mother of fine lads in all England.

IV.

Seven months they had been wed, and it was May again. Methought such love had never been on earth since Eden. ‘Twas gladness but to see them. And all, moreo’er, was so well with Lord Robert, who, folks did say, was in mighty great favor at court, and like to become a shining light in the land.

‘Twas on a May morning. The trees were a-lilt with birds, and the sound of waters set all the winds a-singing. All at once comes my lord, and sets his hand on my shoulder. Then know I that something dire hath happened. And he saith, “Friend, where is thy mistress?”

And I tell him that she is out among her roses.

Then saith he all at once, “The Queen hath sent for me–I must to war.”

And I could do naught but stare at him. And he said to me: “In an hour I must be gone. Say naught to thy mistress. I will go don a suiting dress, and do thou bring me my sword and give it into my hand.”

And he went, returning shortly, and I gave him the sword. It was then that we heard the voice of my lady without, and she sang a song of the spring-tide. The words I have ne’er forgot, though I did but hear them once:

“For O! For O!
The cowslips blow,
And the ground’s all gold below me;
The speedwell’s eye
Peers up so bli’
I swear it seems to know me!

“The lady-smocks
In silver frocks
Do flout the sonsy clover;
The humble bee
Consorts wi’ me
And hails me for a rover.

“Then trip, then trip,
And if ye slip
Your lad will lend a hand O;
The lass in green
With black, black een,
Is the fairest in the land O.”

And as the earl listened methought he would have fallen, grasping my shoulder, old man as I was, and bending down his head upon it. And I did stay him with my arm, as though he had been my very son–for old age is father to all men.

So my lady comes in, with her gold hair blowing, and her white kirtle full of red roses, and seeing her lord goes to meet him. But when she noted the soldierly fashioning of his dress, and the sword girt at his thigh, she opened her lips as though to cry out, but no sound escaped them. And her kirtle slipped from her hold, and the red roses lay between them like a pool of blood.

Then she saith unto him, “Tell me. Quick, quick!”

And he lifts her to him, and saith, “Sweetheart, my Queen hath bidden me come fight for her and for my country.”

And she saith naught, only clasps him.