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And she answered him: “Yea, cousin, and oaks are aye oaks, though first they be saplings, then trees. And in truth I knew thee by thy voice ere I looked at thee; but ’twas all so sudden, that i’ faith I was frightened at thee.”

And he said, “But thou art glad to see me?”

And being busy with the child, she answered him without lifting her head, “Thou knowest that I am.”

Then did he laugh a little, and saith, “How should I know, coz? Proof, proof, I pray thee. Wilt thou not give me the kiss o’ welcome after all these years?”

Now he had not offered to kiss Mistress Marian. Therefore I waited right curiously to see what my little lady would say unto his offer, and Jock having dinned it into my ears ever since our wedding-day, that all women were by nature eavesdroppers, I was of a mind to prove his theory for him; so I not only listened with all my ears, but I looked with all my eyes.

My lady waxed first ruddy, then like to milk, then ruddy again, and she reached out her hand to him across the hound. “In truth I will, cousin,” quoth she.

He did take the little hand in his, putting down his other hand softly over it, as when one holds a frighted bird, and he looked at her as though he would pierce her lids with his gaze, for her eyes were down, and he saith, “Sweetheart, right gladly will I give this pretty hand the kiss o’ an eternal welcome; but methinks thou hast begged the question. I pleaded to receive a kiss rather than to bestow one.”

And her face was like a bended rose. Then did he step round quickly beside her, and once more was the poor babe left in dire terror o’ his life, and he made up a piteous face, but the dog standing still, he fell to rattling its collar, and soon waxed merry with the jingle o’ th’ silver. So I looked again at my lady and Lord Radnor.

He had taken her about her waist with one arm, and with the other hand he lifted gently upward her fair face, as doth a gardener a rain-beaten flower, while his eyes looked down into hers. And slowly, slowly, almost as rose-leaves unfurl i’ th’ sun, her white lids curled upward, and her blue eyes peered softly from her yellow locks like corn-flowers through ripe corn, there being a tear in each, as when a rain-bead doth tremble i’ th’ real corn-flowers. And, to be the more like nature, there ran big waves throughout her loosened tresses, like as when the wind doth steal across a field o’ grain on summer noons.

Then he bended down his tall head, and their lips met. God alone knows what their first words would a been, for ere the kiss was well ended, down falls the poor little rogue off of the hound’s back, and lifts up his voice loud enow to be heard across the sea by the red men i’ the new continent. And my lady runs and lifts him in her arms. Lord! such an ado as they had a-comforting him! First my lady, then my lord, then my lady again–and at last my lord tosses him to his shoulder, and saith he,

“Ho! thou little Jack Pudding! an thou art not still o’ th’ instant, I’ll swear thou art a girl, an’ thou shalt ne’er have a sword such as men have.”

And as I live, the child stinted, and waxed as solemn as an owl! Not another tear did he shed. My lord saith, “Now thou art a good lad, therefore thou shalt have my sword to play with.” And he unbinds it from his side, scabbard and all, and holds it while the urchin gets astride o’t and pretends to ride. When my lord is tired o’ stooping, he lifts the child again to his shoulder, and so do they conduct him back to his mother, the gardener’s wife. From thence they return to the castle, and are met by my lord and lady and all the servants, while I haste me in by a side door to get on my Sunday kirtle and appear with the rest.