FullReads

Now I had been at the castle scarce two months when one day it chances that I hear my lady a-telling o’ my lord how as her brother, Lord Charles Radnor, dying wifeless, had left his only son to her care until he should come of age. And on that Tuesday the little lord set foot in the castle; and my lady was down at the door-way to meet him, in a new velvet gown, with her wimple sewn in fine pearls, and my lord with her; but my two nurslings waxed shy at the last minute, and would not come down, but leaned and peered through the posts o’ the stair-rail, and my little lady let fall one o’ her shoes in her eagerness to glimpse at her new cousin. And straightway ran the lad and lifted the wee shoe, and looked upward, laughing, and my lord and lady having retired into the dining-hall, to see that some cold viands were in readiness (it being then near to nightfall, though not yet supper hour).–“Ho! thou little cinder witch,” cried he; “I am the prince that has found thy shoe, and when I shall have found thee, if that thy temper be as small as thy shoe, fear not but that I will kiss thee too!” With that, he ran up the stair-way, two and three steps at a leap.

And I followed, for I knew not what would happen an he claimed his kiss as he had threatened (knowing as did I, that in verity my lady’s shoe would a been a tight fit for her temper).

But when he was arrived at the top, lo! they had both fled, neither had they left so much as a ribbon behind them. Then the lad laughed again, as pleasant a laugh as e’er I heard in all my days, and quoth he, “I would be but a poor prince an I had not to search for my little princess.” So off he starts, and I after him, up and down corridors, in at half-open doors, out upon balconies, hither and thither, after the manner o’ my little lady on her most unquiet days, till at last, for the sake o’ peace, I did slyly lead him in the direction o’ the great nursery. There, catching sight o’ a little red petticoat, he enters, where stand my truant elves confessed, Mistress Marian frowning and biting o’ her dark hair, but my little lady like to stifle, with both hands over her mouth to hide her smiles, and her blue eyes dancing a very Barley Break o’ mirth among the yellow sheaves o’ her tresses.

Then there was much parley o’er the fitting o’ the shoe, as both damsels did straightway sit down upon their feet, neither for a long time would they move an eyelash, till his lordship, with a twink o’ his eye at me, did suggest corns and bunions as a reason for their ‘havior–and, Lord! then ’twas pretty to mark how like little chicks beneath their dam’s feathers, first one little foot and then the other did steal out from the rich lace o’ their petticoats. And ere one could cry “Oh!” for a pinch, he had slipt the shoe on my little lady’s wee foot, and had kissed her right heartily. Moreo’er, what I did most marvel at, was that she neither cuffed nor sought to cuff him, but dropt down her head until her hair made a veil before her face, and moved that foot whereon he had set her shoe, gently back and forth as though the leather was stiff to her ankle, and I saw that she looked at it from under her heavy hair. But Mistress Marian still held aloof, and chewed upon her dark locks like a heifer on its cud. And her eyes were every whit as dark and solemn as a very cow’s. Then the young lord laughed again, and cried out, “Ha! the ox-eyed June!” or some such apery, and went and kneeled before her in mock fashion, as before a queen, and quoth he, “Fair goddess” (for ’twas afterwards explained to me what manner of being was a goddess, namely, some kind of a foreign fairy)–“Fair goddess,” quoth he, “show me how I may dispel thy wrath.” And still she scowled on him, but spoke no word. And he continued, and said, “I prithee, fair lady, cast but one smile upon thy humble knight” (thou mind’st their pretty foolery has stuck i’ my old pate unto this day).