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'It's good of you to come down from Heaven, mother; take me--take me back with you. I am so--so weary--weary; and I can't say all the Latin prayers to you; I can't.'
'Ambrose,' poor Mary said, 'you need say no more Latin prayers; you are with me, your own mother, on earth.'
The wave of remembrance grew stronger, and, after a moment's pause, Ambrose said,--
'Ned brought me two speckled eggs. The hawk caught the poor little bird; the cruel hawk. Where am I? _Ave Maria, ora pro n.o.bis._'
'Say rather, dear child, "Dear Father in heaven, bless me, and keep me."'
'Yes, yes; that is the prayer I said by--'
'_Me_--me, your own mother.'
The long-deferred hope was at last fulfilled, and Mary Gifford tasted the very fruit of the tree of life, as Ambrose, with full consciousness, gazed long and earnestly at her, and said,--
'Yes, you are my mother, my own mother; not a dream.'
'Ah! say it again, my child, my child.'
'My own mother,' the boy repeated, raising his thin hand and stroking his mother's face, where tears were now running down unchecked, tears of thankfulness; such as, for many a long year, she had never shed.
With such bliss the stranger cannot intermeddle; but mothers who have had a child restored to them from the very borders of the unseen land will know what Mary Gifford felt.
CHAPTER XIV
WHAT RIGHT?
'Her look and countenance was settled, her face soft, and almost still, of one measure! without any pa.s.sionate gesture or violent motion, till at length, as it were, awakening and strengthening herself, "Well," she said, "yet this is best; and of this I am sure, that, however they wrong me, they cannot overmaster G.o.d. No darkness blinds His eyes, no gaol bars Him out; to whom else should I fly but to Him for succour."'--_The Arcadia._
The Countess of Pembroke was sitting in the chamber which overlooked the pleasance at Penshurst and the raised terrace above it, on a quiet autumn day of the year of 1586.
She had come to her early home to arrange the letters and papers which her mother, Lady Mary, had committed to her care on her deathbed.
There were other matters, too, which demanded her attention, and which the Earl was only too glad to help her to settle; he was now in London for that purpose.
There were many difficulties to meet in the division of the property, and Sir Henry had been so terribly hampered by the want of money, that debts sprang up on every side.
Lady Pembroke had great administrative power, and, added to her other gifts, a remarkable clearheadedness and discernment.
The sombre mourning which she wore accentuated her beauty, and set off the lovely pink-and-white of her complexion, and the radiant hair, which was, as she laughingly told her brother, 'the badge of the Sidneys.'
The profound stillness which brooded over Penshurst suited Lady Pembroke's mood, and, looking out from the cas.e.m.e.nt, she saw Lucy Forrester, playing ball with her boy Will on the terrace. Lucy's light and agile figure was seen to great advantage as she sprang forward or ran backward, to catch the ball from the boy's hands. His laughter rang through the still air as, at last, Lucy missed the catch, and then Lady Pembroke saw him run down the steps leading to the pleasance below to meet George Ratcliffe, who was coming in from the entrance on that side of the park.
Lady Pembroke smiled as she saw George advance with his cap in his hand towards Lucy. His stalwart figure was set off by the short green tunic he wore, and a sheaf of arrows at his side, and a bow strapped across his broad shoulders, showed that he had been shooting in the woods.
Only a few words were exchanged, and then Lucy turned, and, leaving George with little Will Herbert, she came swiftly toward the house, and Lady Pembroke presently heard her quick, light tread in the corridor on which her room opened.
'Madam!' Lucy said, entering breathlessly, 'I bear a letter from Humphrey to his brother; it has great news for me. Mary has found her boy, and that evil man, Ambrose Gifford, is dead. Will it please you to hear the letter.
I can scarcely contain my joy that Mary has found her child; he was her idol, and I began to despair that she would ever set eyes on him again.'
Lady Pembroke was never too full of her own interests to be unable to enter into those of her ladies and dependants.
'I am right glad, Lucy,' she said. 'Let me hear what good Humphrey has to say, and, perchance, there will be mention of my brothers in the letter.
Read it, Lucy. I am all impatience to hear;' and Lucy read, not without difficulty, the large sheet of parchment, which had been sent, with other doc.u.ments, from the seat of war by special messenger.
'To my good brother, George Ratcliffe, from before Zutphen,--'This to tell you that I, making an expedition by order of my master, Sir Philip Sidney, to reconnoitre the country before Zutphen, where, please G.o.d, we will in a few days meet and vanquish the enemy, fell upon a farm-house, and entering, asked whether the folk there were favourable to the righteous cause we have in hand or the contrary. Methinks there never was a joy greater than mine, when, after some weeks of despair, I found there Mistress Mary Gifford and her son! Three weeks before the day on which I write, Mistress Gifford had disappeared from the town of Arnhem, nor could we find a trace of her. I have before told you how, in the taking of Axel, I got a wound in my back from the hand of a traitor, when I had rescued his son from the burning house, where a nest of Jesuits were training young boys in their d.a.m.nable doctrines.
'From the moment I was carried wounded to Arnhem I heard nought of the child, s.n.a.t.c.hed by the villain from my arms, till that evening when, G.o.d be praised, I was led to the very place where he has been nursed by his mother in a sore sickness. It has been my good fortune to give her, my ever-beloved mistress, safe convoy to Arnhem, where they are, thank G.o.d, safe under the care of that G.o.d-fearing man and worthy divine, Master George Gifford.
'Here I left them, returning to Flushing, where a strong force is ready to meet the enemy, ay, and beat them back with slaughter when they advance.
The Earl of Leicester is in command, but the life and soul and wisdom of the defence lie with my n.o.ble master, Sir Philip. To serve under him is sure one of the greatest honours a man can know. We have his brave brothers also at hand. Robert is scarce a whit less brave than his brother, and of Mr Thomas, it is enough to say of him he is a Sidney, and worthy of that name.
'I write in haste, for the despatches are made up, thus I can say but little of the hope within my heart, which, G.o.d grant, will now at last be not, as for so many long years, a hope in vain.
'Ambrose Gifford died of the fever, and, having made his confession, was absolved by the priest, and forgiven by that saint who has suffered from his sins! This last more for his benefit than the first, methinks! But I can no more.
'Commend me to our mother and Mistress Lucy Forrester. If I fall in the coming fight, I pray you, George, remember to protect one dearest to me on earth.--I rest your loving brother,
'HUMPHREY RATCLIFFE.'
'_Post Scriptum._--The enemy is advancing, and we shall be ordered out to meet them ere sunset. G.o.d defend the right.
H. R.'
'What is the date of that letter, Lucy?' Lady Pembroke asked.
'The twenty-first day of September, Madam.'
'And this is the twenty-sixth. More news will sure be here ere long, and another victory a.s.sured, if it please G.o.d. May He protect my brothers in the fight. But, Lucy, I rejoice to hear of your sister's happiness in the recovery of her child; and now, in due course, I trust my brother's faithful servant and friend, Master Humphrey, will have the reward of his loyalty.'
'Yes, Madam; I hope Mary may, as you say, reward Humphrey.'
'And you, Lucy; sure Master George is worthy that you should grant him his reward also.'
Lucy's bright face clouded as the Countess said this, and a bright crimson flush rose to her cheeks.
'Dear Madam,' she said, 'I shrink from giving a meagre return for such faithful love. Sure ere a woman gives herself to a man till death, she should make certain that he is the one in all the world for her.'
'I will not contradict this, Lucy; but many women misjudge their own hearts, and--'