Mary Gifford"s clasp of her young sister tightened convulsively, and her heart throbbed so that Lucy could feel it as she pressed her closer and closer.
"What did he say to you, this strange man?"
"He said he would fain see little Ambrose, and bid me bring him to the stile where he met me, that he might look at him. He said he would call a curse down on me if I refused. He looked dreadful as he spoke. And then George came. But, Mary--"
For Mary had sprung to her feet, and, with hands clasped and eyes dilated with terror, she stood like one struck down by some sudden blow.
"Promise, swear, Lucy, you will never take the child outside the fence on the hill side. Swear, Lucy."
Lucy was frightened by her sister"s vehemence, and said,--
"Yes, I promise. Oh, Mary, do not look like that. Do you know the man?"
"Know him! know him! Nay. How should I?" Then she said, after a pause, "Hush! we shall wake the boy. Let us talk no more to-night. Go to your bed, child; it is late, and to-morrow--yes, to-morrow is Sunday--I will go down with you to the church, and await my Lady Pembroke by the lych gate, and you shall have your desire, and G.o.d keep you, and bless you."
Lucy quickly recovered her spirits; her heart was too full of delighted antic.i.p.ation to have room for any prolonged fear about her sister, though her pale, terror-struck face, seen in the twilight, and her agonised appeal to her to swear what she asked, made her say, as she lay down on her low truckle bed in the little attic chamber next her sister"s,--
"Sure Mary must know something of that man. Perhaps he was a boon companion of her wicked husband. Ah, me! it would be a different world if all men were brave and good and n.o.ble like--"
Before the name had taken shape on her lips, Lucy was asleep, and in her dreams there were no dark strangers with cruel black eyes and sinister smiles, but goodly knights, in glistening armour, riding out against their adversaries, and goodlier and n.o.bler than the rest, before whose lance all others fell, while the air rang with the shouts of victory, was Mr Philip Sidney.
Sunday morning dawned fair and bright. The bells of Penshurst church were chiming for matins, when Mary Gifford, leading her boy by the hand, stood with Lucy under the elm tree by the timbered houses by the lych gate, returning the kindly greetings of many neighbours and acquaintances.
Overhead the great boughs of the elm tree were quivering in the soft breeze. The buds, scarcely yet unfolded into leaf, were veiled with tender green, while a sheaf of twigs on the trunk were clothed in emerald, in advance of the elder branches, and making the sombre bole alive with beauty, as the sunbeams sought them out, and cast their tiny, flickering shadows on the ground.
The village people always waited in the churchyard, or by the lych gate till the household from the castle came through the door leading from the Park to the church, and this morning their appearance was looked forward to with more than usual interest. Not only was Lady Mary expected, but the Countess of Pembroke and her ladies, with Mr Sidney, and his young brothers, Robert and Thomas, were known to be of the party.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE LYCH GATE, PENSHURST.]
Sir Henry Sidney was seldom able to leave Ludlow for a peaceful sojourn in his beautiful home, and Lady Mary had sometimes to make the journey from Wales without him, to see that all things in the house were well ordered, and to do her best to make the scanty income stretch out to meet the necessary claims upon it.
When two of the gentlemen in attendance came to the gate to hold it open for the ladies of the party to pa.s.s, the throng a.s.sembled in the churchyard moved up near the porch, and, as Lady Mary came in sight, curtseys from the women and reverences from the men testified to the esteem in which she was held.
Lady Pembroke came next, smiling and gracious. On her sweet face were no lines of the care which marked her mother"s, and she looked what she was, a happy wife and mother.
By her side was Mr Philip Sidney, closely followed by Robert and Thomas, who imitated his courteous bearing, and doffed their caps and bowed their heads in acknowledgment of their people"s greeting.
The Sidneys were lords of Penshurst in every sense, and the loyalty of their tenants and dependants was unquestioned. It is not too much to say that Philip Sidney was regarded with admiration and respect, seldom equalled, by these simple people in the Kentish village, who felt a right in him, and a pride, which was perhaps sweeter to him than all the adulation he won in Elizabeth"s Court.
When the Sidneys" large pew was filled with its occupants, the bell stopped, and the rest of the congregation hastened to fill the benches in the body of the church.
The service was conducted after the Anglican form of worship, but differed in some respects from that of the present day. The Puritans of those times were making every effort to get rid of what, in their eyes, were useless forms and ceremonies, and in many places in England dissension was rife, and the dread of Popish innovations, or rather a return to Popish practices, was mingled with fierce hatred of Papists, and apprehension of their designs against the life of the Queen.
The Sidneys were staunch adherents of the reformed faith, and Philip Sidney was the staunchest of all. He could never forget the atrocities of that summer night in Paris, when the treachery of the king and his mother resulted in the ma.s.sacre of innocent men and women, whose only crime was their devotion to the faith for which they died.
Philip Sidney had, as we know, protested with bold sincerity against the Queen"s marriage with the Duke of Anjou, urging the danger to the Protestant cause in England, if the Queen should persist in her determination.
Now several years had pa.s.sed, and he had regained Elizabeth"s favour, and had withdrawn his opposition.
The French Amba.s.sadors, who were to arrive in England in the following week, were to be entertained with grand feasts and games, in which he and his chief friend, Fulke Greville, were to take a leading part.
Perhaps no one in that congregation knew or dreamed that their ideal knight, as he stood up in his place amongst them, with his thoughtful face turned towards the nave of the church, had his heart filled with misgivings as to the part he had taken in this matter, and with still deeper misgivings as to the position in which he found himself with the only woman whom he loved and worshipped.
While the good clergyman was preaching a somewhat dull sermon from the words, "Fear G.o.d, honour the King," following the particular line acceptable in those days, by enforcing loyalty and devotion to the reigning sovereign as the whole duty of man, Philip, leaning back in his seat, his head thrown back, and that wistful, far-away look in his eyes, which enhanced their charm, was all unconscious of what was pa.s.sing around him, so absorbed was he with his own thoughts.
He roused himself when the first words of a psalm were sung by the village choir in Sternhold and Hopkins" version, and bending over the book, which his sister Mary had opened, pointing her finger to the first line, he raised his musical voice and sang with her the rugged lines which called upon "All people that on earth do dwell, to sing to the Lord with cheerful voice."
Then the clergyman p.r.o.nounced the blessing, and the congregation dispersed, the village people to their homes, the Sidneys towards the gate leading into the pleasance, which lay on the side of the house nearest to the church.
Mary Gifford held back, in spite of Lucy"s entreaties to her to go forward.
"They will all have pa.s.sed in, Mary," she exclaimed in an agony of excitement. "Were we not bidden to see the Countess by Mr Sidney himself."
But Mary was always modest and retiring, and she stood with Ambrose and her sister awaiting a summons.
It came at last. Humphrey Ratcliffe was at her side, saying,--
"My Lady of Pembroke would fain speak with Lucy. Come forward with me."
As they followed Humphrey through the gateway in the wall, Lucy could scarcely conceal her agitation.
What should she say? What if Lady Pembroke thought her too young and too ignorant? She had pictured to herself that Mr Sidney would himself have led her to his sister, but he was gone out of sight, and she heard one of the gentlemen say to Humphrey,--
"Sir Fulke Greville has arrived with a message from the Queen. Mr Sidney has gone round to meet him."
"Ill news, I wonder?" Humphrey said.
"Nay, only some trifle about the tourney, belike a change in the colour of the armour, or some such folly."
Mary and her little son and Lucy were now standing at the end of the terrace walk of smooth turf, which is raised some feet above the wide pleasance below.
"Await the Countess"s pleasure here," Humphrey said. "She is engaged in talk with Lady Mary, she will send to summon you when she sees fit."
The ladies and gentlemen in attendance on Lady Mary Sidney and her daughter were threading the narrow paths of the pleasance and chatting gaily with each other, the bright dresses of the ladies, rivalling the colour of the spring flowers in the beds, while the jewelled hilts of the gentlemen"s swords sparkled in the sunshine.
From the trees in the Park came the monotonous note of the unseen cuckoo, while the thrushes and blackbirds every now and then sent forth a burst of song, though it was nearly nigh noontide, when the birds are often silent, as if, in the general rejoicing of the spring, all living things must take part.
The picturesque side of the home of the Sidneys, which faces this pleasance, was in shadow, and made a background to the gay scene, which accentuated the brilliant effect of the gay throng below it.
On the terrace Mary Gifford stood in her black garments, relieved by a long white veil, holding her impatient boy by the hand, while Lucy, no less impatient, was hoping every minute that she should receive a message from Lady Pembroke. The group at last caught the attention of Lady Mary, who had been in earnest conversation with her daughter.
"Ah! there is Mistress Gifford," she exclaimed, "and the little sister of whom Philip spoke as suitable to be one of your waiting-women. Let us hasten to speak with them. They have been, I fear, waiting too long."
"Yes; it was heedless of me to forget them; but there is the bell sounding for dinner in the hall, shall we not bid them sit down at the board? They must needs be weary after their long walk, and the service, to say naught of the sermon," Lady Pembroke added, laughing.
"Hush, then; I see the good minister coming towards us. He means well, and is a G.o.dly man."