"Oh fie, fie! eh, my sweet woman, speak not so. Is any man that breathes worth your child"s life?"
"My child! where is he? Why, Reicht, I have left him behind. Oh shame!
is it possible I can love him to that degree as to forget my child? Ah!
I am rightly served for it."
And she sat down, and faithful Reicht beside her, and they sobbed in one another"s arms.
After a while Margaret left off sobbing and said, doggedly, "Let us go home."
"Ay, but the bairn?"
"Oh! he is well where he is. My heart is turned against my very child.
_He_ cares nought for him; wouldn"t see him, nor hear speak of him; and I took him there so proud, and made his hair so nice I did, and put his new frock and cowl on him. Nay, turn about: it"s his child as well as mine; let him keep it awhile: mayhap that will learn him to think more of its mother and his own."
"High words off an empty stomach," said Reicht.
"Time will show. Come thou home."
They departed, and Time did show quicker than he levels abbeys, for at the second step Margaret stopped, and could neither go one way nor the other, but stood stock still.
"Reicht," said she, piteously, "what else have I on earth? I cannot."
"Who ever said you could? Think you I paid attention? Words are woman"s breath. Come back for him without more ado; "tis time we were in our beds, much more he."
Reicht led the way, and Margaret followed readily enough in that direction; but as they drew near the cell she stopped again.
"Reicht, go you and ask him will he give me back my boy; for I could not bear the sight of him."
"Alas! mistress, this do seem a sorry ending after all that hath been betwixt you twain. Bethink thee now, doth thine heart whisper no excuse for him? dost verily hate him for whom thou hast waited so long? Oh weary world!"
"Hate him, Reicht? I would not harm a hair of his head for all that is in nature; but look on him I cannot; I have taken a horror of him. Oh!
when I think of all I have suffered for him, and what I came here this night to do for him, and brought my own darling to kiss him and call him father. Ah; Luke, my poor chap, my wound showeth me thine. I have thought too little of thy pangs, whose true affection I despised: and now my own is despised. Reicht, if the poor lad was here now, he would have a good chance."
"Well, he is not far off," said Reicht Heynes, but somehow she did not say it with alacrity.
"Speak not to me of any man," said Margaret, bitterly, "I hate them all."
"For the sake of one?"
"Flout me not, but prithee go forward and get me what _is_ my own, my sole joy in the world. Thou knowest I am on thorns till I have him to my bosom again."
Reicht went forward; Margaret sat by the roadside and covered her face with her ap.r.o.n, and rocked herself after the manner of her country, for her soul was full of bitterness and grief. So severe, indeed, was the internal conflict, that she did not hear Reicht running back to her, and started violently when the young woman laid a hand upon her shoulder.
"Mistress Margaret!" said Reicht, quietly, "take a fool"s advice that loves ye. Go softly to yon cave wi" all the ears and eyes your mother ever gave you."
"Why?--what,--Reicht?" stammered Margaret.
"I thought the cave was afire, "twas so light inside; and there were voices."
"Voices?"
"Ay, not one, but twain, and all unlike--a man"s and a little child"s, talking as pleasant as you and me. I am no great hand at a keyhole for my part, "tis paltry work; but if so be voices were talking in yon cave, and them that owned those voices were so near to me as those are to thee, I"d go on all fours like a fox, and I"d crawl on my belly like a serpent, ere I"d lose one word that pa.s.ses _atwixt those twain_."
"Whisht, Reicht! Bless thee! Bide thou here. Buss me! Pray for me!"
And almost ere the agitated words had left her lips Margaret was flying towards the hermitage as noiselessly as a lapwing. Arrived near it, she crouched, and there was something truly serpentine in the gliding, flexible, noiseless movements by which she reached the very door, and there she found a c.h.i.n.k and listened. And often it cost her a struggle not to burst in upon them, but warned by defeat, she was cautious and resolute to let well alone. And after a while slowly and noiselessly she reared her head, like a snake its crest, to where she saw the broadest c.h.i.n.k of all, and looked with all her eyes and soul, as well as listened.
The little boy then being asked whether he had no daddy, at first shook his head, and would say nothing; but being pressed, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and said he, "Dad--da ill man; run away and leave poor mum--ma."
She who heard this winced. It was as new to her as to Clement. Some interfering foolish woman had gone and said this to the boy, and now out it came in Gerard"s very face. His answer surprised her; he burst out, "The villain! the monster! he must be born without bowels to desert thee, sweet one. Ah! he little knows the joy he hath turned his back on.
Well, my little dove, I must be father and mother to thee, since the one runs away, and t"other abandons thee to my care. Now to-morrow I shall ask the good people, that bring me my food, to fetch some nice eggs and milk for thee as well; for bread is good enough for poor old good-for-nothing me, but not for thee. And I shall teach thee to read."
"I can yead, I can yead."
"Ay verily, so young? all the better; we will read good books together, and I shall show thee the way to heaven. Heaven is a beautiful place, a thousand times fairer and better than earth, and there be little cherubs like thyself, in white, glad to welcome thee and love thee. Wouldst like to go to heaven one day?"
"Ay, along wi"--my--mammy."
"What, not without her then?"
"Nay. I ont my mammy. Where is my mammy?"
(Oh! what it cost poor Margaret not to burst in and clasp him to her heart!)
"Well, fret not, sweetheart, mayhap she will come when thou art asleep.
Wilt thou be good now and sleep?"
"I not eepy. Ikes to talk."
"Well, talk we then; tell me thy pretty name."
"Baby." And he opened his eyes with amazement at this great hulking creature"s ignorance.
"Hast none other?"
"Nay."
"What shall I do to pleasure thee, baby? Shall I tell thee a story?"
"I ikes tories," said the boy, clapping his hands.
"Or sing thee a song?"
"I ikes tongs," and he became excited.
"Choose then, a song or a story."
"Ting I a tong. Nay, tell I a tory. Nay, ting I a tong. Nay--." And the corners of his little mouth turned down and he had half a mind to weep because he could not have both, and could not tell which to forego.
Suddenly his little face cleared, "Ting I a tory," said he.