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Nurse Crumpet Tells The Story
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She got out the words as he bade her, but when ‘t came to the stroke, what with her natural fright, and what with the sunlight on the silver, she brought down the heavy blade edgewise on the boy’s pate, laying wide quite a gash above his left eyebrow, so that the blood trickled down his cheek. When she saw that, meseemed all the blood in her body went to keep his company, for she turned whiter than her smock, and ran and got her arm about him and saith, o’er and o’er again, “Ernle! Ernle! I have killed thee!”
He laughed, to comfort her, and made light of it, and wetting his finger in the blood, drew a cross on his brow and said, “Nay, thou hast not killed me. And moreo’er, I am not only thy knight, but thy Red Cross Knight into the bargain, and thou my lady forever. See! I will seal thee with my very blood!” and ere she could draw back, he had set also a cross on her white brow. She shuddered and fell a-weeping, and drew her hand across her brow to wipe away the ugly stain; and when she saw that she had but smeared it on her hand, she trembled more than ever, and it was not for some days that I could quiet her.
I do but relate this story, to show in what horror my little lady did ever hold swords and bloodshed.
Well, to continue–
This could not last for aye, and when two more years were sped, his uncle sent the little lord to a place o’ learning; and afterwards to travel to and fro upon the earth, after the manner of Satan in the Book of Job (God forgive me! but ‘t has ever seemed like that to me). And we set not eyes on him for eight years. Now in that time, lo! I was married, and my little lady and Mistress Marian in long kirtles, and their hair looped up upon their heads. Mistress Marian was yet full head and shoulders above my little lady, and her skin as brown as ever. But my little lady was as bright and slender as a sun-ray.
They would speak to me sometimes of Lord Radnor, and how that great folks were saying great things of him, and how he was become a soldier and a marvellous person altogether; but as the years went by they seemed not so ready to talk o’ him, only sometimes my little lady would pull down my head as I smoothed the bedclothes over her at night, and quoth she, “Nurse, dost think he will be much changed? My hair hath not darkened much, hath it? Dost think his curls will be different from what they were when he was a lad?” And I would have to tell her “No” a dozen times ere she would let me go. But Mistress Marian said never a word.
One day I learned of my lady how that Lord Radnor was to return the next week, and meseemed in truth the whole castle was waxed distraught.
It is not in my power to tell o’ th’ doings, but suffice it to say, my lord did cozen them all, and come a full day ere he was expected.
When he came, Mistress Marian was standing i’ th’ great door o’ th’ castle, in her hawking gown o’ green velure cloth laced all with silver cord; her plumed hat was on her curls, and her hawk, Beryl, on her fist. And she turned and beheld him. Ne’er did I see verier light in earth or sky, than flashed into her face as their eyes met. And he doffed his hat, and came up beside her on the step, and saith, with the old laugh, but gentler, “Well met, comrade.”
Now when he called her “comrade,” ’twas as when Jock did call me “sweetheart” in the days o’ our wooing. She went red as the ribbon in his sleeves; and when the falcon fretted and shook its bells, he did put out his hand and stroke it, and, lo! it was still, and seemed to feel him as its master. And I wondered all this time where could be my little lady.