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the Prioress.

      And again, in utter bewilderment: "Hugh?"

      And yet a third time, in a low whisper of horror, passing her left hand across her eyes, as if to clear from her outer vision some nightmare of the inner mind: "Hugh!"

      The silent Knight still made no answer; but he flung aside the clinging robes, stepped from out them, and strode forward, both arms outstretched.

      "Back!" cried the Prioress. But her hand had left the hilt of the dagger. "Come no nearer," she commanded.

      Then she sank into her chair, spreading her trembling hands upon the carven manes of the lions.

      The Knight, still silent, folded his arms across his breast.

      Thus for a space they gazed on one another—these two, who had parted, eight years before, with clinging lips and straining arms, a deep, pure passion of love surging within them; a union of heart, made closer by the wrench of outward separation.

      The Knight looked at the lips of the noble woman before him; and as he looked those firm lips quivered, trembled, parted——

      Then—the years rolled back——

      * * * * * *

      It was moonlight on the battlements. The horses champed in the courtyard below. They two had climbed to the topmost turret, that they might part as near the stars as possible, and that, unseen by others, she might watch him ride away.

      How radiant she looked, in her robe of sapphire velvet, jewels at her breast and girdle, a mantle of ermine hanging from her shoulders. But brighter than any jewels were the eyes full of love and tears; and softer than softest velvet, the beautiful hair which, covered her, as with a golden veil. Standing with his arms around her, it flowed over his hands. Silent he stood, looking deep into her eyes.

      Below they could hear Martin Goodfellow calling to the men-at-arms.

      Her lips being free, she spoke.

      "Thou wilt come back to me, Hugh," she said. "The Saracens will not slay thee, will not wound thee, will not touch thee. My love will ever be around thee, as a silver shield."

      She flung her strong young arms about him, long and supple, enfolding him closely, even as his enfolded her.

      He filled his hands with her soft hair, straining her closer.

      "I would I left thee wife, not maid. Could I have wed thee first, I would go with a lighter heart."

      "Wife or maid," she answered, her face lifted to his, "I am all thine own. Go with a light heart, dear man of mine, for it makes no difference. Maid or wife, I am thine, and none other's, forever."

      "Let those be the last words I hear thee say," he murmured, as his lips sought hers.

      So, a little later, standing above him on the turret steps, she bent and clasped her hands about his head, pushing her fingers into the thickness of his hair. Then: "Maid or wife," she said, and her voice now steady, was deep and tender; "Maid or wife, God knows, I am all thine own." Then she caught his face to her breast. "Thine and none other's, forever," she said; and he felt her bosom heave with one deep sob.

      Then turning quickly he ran down the winding stair, reached the courtyard, mounted, and rode out through the gates of Castle Norelle, and into the fir wood; and so down south to follow the King, who already had started on the great Crusade.

      And, as he rode, in moonlight or in shadow, always he saw the sweet lips that trembled, always he felt the soft heave of that sob, and the low voice so tender, said: "Thine and none other's, forever."

      * * * * * *

      And now——

      The Prioress sat in her chair of state.

      Each moment her face grew calmer and more stern.

      The Knight let his eyes dwell on the fingers which once crept so tenderly into his hair.

      She hid them beneath her scapulary, as if his gaze scorched them.

      He looked at the bosom against which his head had been pressed.

      A jewelled cross gleamed, there where his face had laid hidden.

      Then the Knight lifted his eyes again to that stern, cold face. Yet still he kept silence.

      At length the Prioress spoke.

      "So it is you," she said.

      "Yes," said the Knight, "it is I."

      Wroth with her own poor heart because it thrilled at his voice, the

       Prioress spoke with anger.

      "How did you dare to force your way into this sacred cloister?"

      The Knight smiled. "I have yet to find the thing I dare not do."

      "Why are you not with your wife?" demanded the Prioress; and her tone was terrible.

      "I am with my wife," replied the Knight. "The only wife I have ever wanted, the only woman I shall ever wed, is here."

      "Coward!" cried the Prioress, white with anger. "Traitor!" She leaned forward, clenching her hands upon the lions' heads. "Liar! You wedded your cousin, Alfrida, less than one year after you went from me."

      "Cease to be angry," said the Knight. "Thine anger affrights me not, yet it hurts thyself. Listen, mine own belovèd, and I will tell thee the cruel, and yet blessèd, truth.

      "Seven months after I left thee, a messenger reached our camp, bearing letters from England; no word for me from thee; but a long missive from thy half-sister Eleanor, breaking to me the news that, being weary of my absence, and somewhat over-persuaded, thou hadst wedded Humphry; Earl of Carnforth.

      "It was no news to me, that Humphry sought to win thee; but, that thou hadst let thyself be won away from thy vow to me, was hell's own tidings.

      "In my first rage of grief I would have speech with none. But, by-and-by, I sought the messenger, and asked him casually of things at home. He told me he had seen thy splendid nuptials with the lord of Carnforth, had been present at the marriage, and joined in the after revels and festivities. He said thou didst make a lovely bride, but somewhat sad, as if thy mind strayed elsewhere. The fellow was a kind of lawyer's clerk, but lean, and out at elbow.

      "Then I sought 'Frida, my cousin. She too had had a letter, giving the news. She told me she long had feared this thing for me, knowing the heart of Humphry to be set on winning thee, and that Eleanor approved his suit, and having already heard that of late thou hadst inclined to smile on him. She begged me to do nothing rash or hasty.

      "'What good were it,' she said, 'to beg the King for leave to hasten home? If you kill Humphry, Hugh, you do but make a widow of the woman you have loved; nor could you wed the widow of a man yourself had slain. If Humphry kills you—well, a valiant arm is lost to the Holy Cause, and other hearts, more faithful than hers, may come nigh to breaking. Stay here, and play the man.'

      "So, by the messenger, I sent thee back a letter, asking thee to write me word how it was that thou, being my betrothed, hadst come to do this thing; and whether Humphry was good to thee, and making thy life pleasant. To Humphry I sent a letter saying that, thy love being round him as a silver shield, I would not slay him, wound him, or touch him! But—if he used thee ill, or gave thee any grief or sorrow, then would I come, forthwith, and send him straight to hell.

      "These letters, with others from the camp, went back to England by that clerkly messenger. No answers were returned to mine.

      "Meanwhile I went, with my despair, out to the battlefield.

      "No tender shield was round me any more. I fought, like a mad wild beast. So often was I wounded, that they dubbed me 'The Knight of the Bloody Vest.'

      "At last they brought me back to camp, delirious and dying. My cousin 'Frida, there biding her time, nursed me back to life, and sought to win for herself (I shame to say it) the love which thou hadst flouted. I need not tell thee, my cousin 'Frida failed. The Queen herself as good as bid

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