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And when he did not answer her, she ceased not, as on the day before, but went on: “To-morrow I will set thee free. As I live, thou shall be free to-morrow. An thou wilt but let me be near thee like thy dog, I will ask no more. Neither will I fret thee with my sorrow. Oh, love, I do beseech thee speak to me, whose only sin was in loving thee too dearly. Let the kisses that as a bride I have set upon thy lips plead with them that they speak to me. Oh, my heart! oh, my husband, have pity! If thou wilt never speak to me again, speak to me now. Say but my name, my silly, ill-bestowed name, ‘Patience.’ Nay, curse me, so I but hear thy voice. Call me what names thou wilt. In God’s name, Ernle! In the name o’ her who was once thy wife!” And as she knelt and pleaded as a woman with her God, behold! there stepped forth from the coppice Mistress Marian. She stood there like a figure cut in snow, for her kirtle was all of white seme, and her hair was as a cloud fallen round about her. When she saw my lady she drew in her breath with a sharp sound, and set both hands against her bosom. And she bended forward from her loins and listened, but in none otherwise moved she. And my lady went on, “To-morrow I will set thee free–I do swear it. With the rising o’ th’ morrow’s sun thou shalt be free as air. Only speak to me now. Only speak to me now. Just once, Ernle–just once.”

With one spring Mistress Marian was upon her, and had pinned her arms to her sides. And the two women stood and gazed into each other’s faces, with their throats stretched forward, as serpents stretch their throats ere springing upon each other.

Mistress Marian spake first, and her voice was as a voice that I had never heard, and she said, “So this is the truth, then?”

My lady said no word, but her eyes were aflame.

And Mistress Marian gazed on her for an instant more, then dashed her aside, and turned towards the cave.

“Ernle,” she said, “take heart. I will set thee free–I, Marian!” But ere her hand did touch the bolt, my lady was upon her like a little tiger, and she wound her hands in Mistress Marian’s thick tresses, and dragged her backward.

And they rolled over and over on the ground, even as do men when they fight, saying no word from first to last. The horror of it smote me that I fell down upon my knees and was dumb. Now my little lady was uppermost, now Mistress Marian. And had not my lady been strong with despair, Mistress Marian could ‘a’ mastered her o’ th’ instant. But she fought like a she-wolf brought to bay, with teeth and talons too, and ’twas almost as though two of a size had fought there. Howbeit, with a sudden move, Mistress Marian flung my lady down, and set her knee upon her, and held her, and looked from side to side, as though at a loss, and my lady’s strength was fast failing.

When I saw that, I could bide still no longer, but ran forward, crying to Mistress Marian to be gentle with her.

She answered but these words, “Nurse, take off my girdle and bind thy lady’s hands with it.” And there was that in her voice I dared not disobey. So I bound my lady’s hands, she saying never a word, and when the girdle was fast knotted, Mistress Marian helped her gently enough to rise, and bidding me have a care o’ her, turned and drew back the bolt from the door o’ the cave.

The last light o’ the sun fell like a golden lance across the threshold, and across my lord as he lay there, face down, with his hands against the sill o’ th’ door.