A moment later the door was opened by a little old woman, with a white cap, and a rosy face like a wrinkled apple.
"And what need drives my little lady to me at this time of night?" she asked.
Then the maiden told her story, and made her request.
The old woman listened, shaking her head, and laughing to herself meanwhile. "I can do it, I can do it," she cried, "and "twere worth a year"s wages to see thy proud stepdame"s face when thy brothers return to tell the tale." Then she drew Lady Katherine into her tiny room, and set her down on a three-legged stool by the smouldering fire, while she pottered about, and made up a draught, taking a few drops of liquid from one bottle, and a few drops from another; for this curious old woman seemed to keep quite a number of bottles, as well as various bunches of herbs, on a high shelf at one end of her kitchen.
At last she was finished, and, turning to the maiden, she handed her a little phial containing a deep red-coloured mixture.
"Swallow it all at once," she chuckled, "when thou requirest the spell to work. "Twill last three days, and then thou wilt wake up as fresh as a lark."
Next morning the Duke and his seven sons were going a-hunting, and the courtyard rang with merry laughter as one after another came out to mount the horses which the pages held ready for them. The ladies were on the terrace waiting to wave them good-bye, when, just as the Duke was about to mount his horse, his eldest daughter, whom he loved dearly, ran into the courtyard and knelt at his feet.
"A boon, a boon, dear father," she cried, and she looked so lovely with her golden hair waving in the wind, and her bright eyes looking up into his, that he felt that he could not refuse her anything.
"Ask what thou wilt, my daughter," he said kindly, laying his hand on her head, "and I will grant it thee. Except permission to marry that Scottish squire," he added, laughing.
"That will I never ask, Sire," she said submissively; "but though thou forbiddest me to think of him, my heart yearns for Scotland, the country that he told me of, and if "tis thy will that I marry and live in England, I would fain be buried in the North. And as I have always had due reverence for Holy Church, I pray thee that when that day comes, as come it must some day, that thou wilt cause a Ma.s.s to be sung at the first Scotch kirk we come to, and that the bells may toll for me at the second kirk, and that at the third, at the Kirk o" St Mary, thou wilt deal out gold, and cause my body to rest there."
Then the Duke raised her to her feet.
"Talk not so, my little Katherine," he said kindly. "My Lord Marquis is a goodly man, albeit not too young, and thou wilt be a happy wife and mother yet; but if "twill ease thy heart, child, I will remember thy fancy." Then the kind old man rode away, and Katherine went back to her sisters.
"What wert thou asking, girl?" asked her jealous step-mother with a frown as she pa.s.sed.
"That I may be buried in Scotland when my time comes to die," said Katherine, bowing low, with downcast eyes, for in those days maidens had to order themselves lowly to their elders, even although they were Duke"s daughters.
"And did he grant thy strange request?" went on the d.u.c.h.ess, looking suspiciously at the girl"s burning cheeks.
"Yes, an" it please thee, Madam," answered her step-daughter meekly, and then with another low curtsey she hurried off to her own room, not waiting to hear the lady"s angry words: "I wish, proud maiden, that I had had the giving of the answer, for, by my troth, I would have turned a deaf ear to thy request. Buried in Scotland, forsooth! Thou hast a lover in Scotland, and it is he thou art hankering after, and not a grave."
Two hours afterwards, when the Duke and his sons came back from hunting, they found the castle in an uproar. All the servants were running about, wringing their hands, and crying; and indeed it was little wonder, for had not Lady Katherine"s waiting-woman, when she went into her young lady"s room at noon, found her lying cold and white on her couch, and no one had been able to rouse her? When the poor old Duke heard this, he rushed up to her chamber, followed by all his seven sons; and when he saw her lying there, so white, and still, he covered his face with his hands, and cried out that his little Katherine, his dearly loved daughter, was dead.
But the cruel step-mother shook her head and said nothing. Somehow she did not believe that Lady Katherine was really dead, and she determined to do a very cruel thing to find out the truth. When everyone had left the room she ordered her waiting-maid, a woman who was as wicked as herself, to melt some lead, and bring it to her in an iron spoon, and when it was brought she dropped a drop on the young girl"s breast; but she neither started nor screamed, so the cruel d.u.c.h.ess had at last to pretend to be satisfied that she was really dead, and she gave orders that she should be buried at once in the little chapel by the lake.
But the old Duke remembered his promise, and vowed that it should be performed.
So Lady Katherine"s seven brothers went into the great park, and cut down a giant oak tree, and out of the trunk of it they hewed a bier, and they overlaid it with silver; while her sisters sat in the turret room and sewed a beautiful gown of white satin, which they put on Lady Katherine, and laid her on the silver bier; and then eight of her father"s men-at-arms took it on their shoulders, and her seven brothers followed behind, and so the procession set out for Scotland.
And it all fell out as the old Duke had promised. At the first Scotch kirk which the procession came to, the priests sang a solemn Ma.s.s, and at the second, they caused the bells to toll mournfully, and at the third kirk, the Kirk o" St Mary, they thought to lay the maiden to rest.
But, as they came slowly up to it, what was their astonishment to find that it was surrounded by a row of spearmen, whose captain, a tall, handsome young man, stepped up to them as they were about to enter the kirk, and requested them to lay down the bier. At first Lady Katherine"s seven brothers objected to this being done. "What business of the stranger"s was it?" they asked, and they haughtily ordered the men-at-arms to proceed. But the young soldier gave a sign to his men, and in an instant they had crossed their spears across the doorway, and the rest surrounded the men who carried the bier, and compelled them to do as they were bid.
Then the young captain stepped forward to where Lady Katherine was lying in her satin gown, and knelt down and took hold of her hand.
Immediately the rosy colour began to come back to her cheeks, and she opened her eyes; and when they fell on Lord William--for it was he who had come to meet her at the Kirk o" St Mary, as she had bidden him--she smiled faintly and said, "I pray thee, my lord, give me one morsel of bread and a mouthful of thy good red wine, for I have fasted for three days, ever since the draught which my old nurse Ursula gave me, began to do its work."
When she had drunk the wine her strength came back, and she sprang up lightly, and a murmur of delight went round among Lord William"s spearmen when they saw how lovely she was in the white satin gown which her sisters had made, and which would do beautifully for her wedding.
But her seven brothers were very angry at the trick which had been played on them, and if they had dared, they would have carried her back to England by force; but they dare not, because of all the spearmen who stood round.
"Thou wilt rue this yet, proud girl," said her eldest brother; "thou mightest have been a Marchioness in England, with land, and castles, and gold enough and to spare, instead of coming to this beggarly land, and breaking thy father"s, and thy mother"s heart."
Then the little lady put her hand in that of her lover, and answered quietly, "Nay, but I had no mind to wed with one who was already in his dotage; little good the lands, and castles, and gold would have done me, had I been obliged to spend my time in nursing an old man; and, as for my father, I know he will secretly rejoice when he hears, that, after all, I shall wed my own true love, who, I would have him know, is an Earl"s son, although he may not be so rich as is my lord the Marquis; and, as for my cruel step-mother, "tis no matter what she thinks."
Her brother stamped his foot in useless anger. "Then," said he, pointing to the silver bier lying forgotten on the gra.s.s, "I swear that that bier on which thou camest hither shall be the only wedding portion that thy husband will ever see of thine; mayhap poverty will bring thee to thy senses."
But his sister only laughed as she pressed closer to her bridegroom and said bravely, "Happiness is more than gold, brother, and the contented heart better than the restless one which is ever seeking riches."
So the seven brothers went back to England in a rage, while Lord William married his brave little bride in the old Kirk o" St Mary; and then they rode home to the gray ivy-covered castle, where the gay gos-hawk was waiting on the square tower to sing his very sweetest song to greet them.
THE END
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