She sighed and turned to go, but he started forward and held her with both hands at her waist. She seemed so like a boy of his age, it gave him courage.
"Isoult," he stammered, "Isoult!"
"Yes, Vincent," says she.
"Are you going indeed?"
"I must go at once."
"Shall I see you again?"
"Ah, I cannot tell you that."
"Do you care nothing?"
"I think you have been my friend. Yes, I should like to see you again, some day."
"Oh, Isoult--"
"What?"
"Will you give me something?"
"What have I, Vincent? If I could you know that I would."
He had her yet by the waist. There was no blinking what he wanted.
Isoult stood.
"You may kiss me there," she said with the benignity of a princess, and gave him her hand.
The boy"s mouth was very near her cheek. Something--who knows what?-- checked him. He let go her waist, dropped on his knees and kissed the hand, turned little prince in his turn. Isoult was as near loving him then as she could ever be. This was no great way, perhaps, but near enough for immediate purposes. When Vincent got up she gave him her hand frankly to hold. They were two children now, and like two children kissed each other without under-thought. Then, as she sped away from the moon, Vincent crept back to his cold bed with an armful of black hair.
CHAPTER XVI
BOY AND GIRL
The woodland Ma.s.s in the yew-tree glade was served next morning by an acolyte in ca.s.sock and cotta. The way of it was this. Alice of the Hermitage was setting the altar in the light of a cloudy dawn, when she heard a step and the rustling of branches behind her. Looking quickly round, she saw a boy come out of the thicket, who stood echoing her wonder. He was a dark-haired slim lad, in leather jerkin and breeches, had crimson hose on his long legs, on his head a green cap with a pheasant"s tail-feather in it. The cap he presently took off in salutation. He said his name was Roy. He had a simple direct way of answering questions, and such untroubled eyes; he was moreover so plainly a Christian, that when he asked Alice if he might serve the Ma.s.s she went advocate for him to the priest. So it came about that Isoult, having breakfasted, lay asleep in Alice"s bed when a knight came cantering into the precinct followed by a page on a cob. His gilded armour blazed in the sun, a tall blue plume curtesied over his casque. He was so brave a figure--tall and a superb horseman--and so glittering from top to toe, that the old hermit, who came peering out to see, thought him a prince.
"What may your Highness need of Saint Lucy"s poor bedesman?" said the hermit, rubbing his hands together.
"My Highness needs the whereabouts of a flitted lady," said the knight in a high clear voice.
Isoult, whom the clatter had awakened, lay like a hare in her form. At this time she feared Maulfry more than Galors.
"Great sir, we have no flitted ladies here. We are very plain folk."
So much reproof of gilded armour and its appurtenances the hermit ventured on. But the knight was positive.
"She would have pa.s.sed this way," he called out. "I know whither she would go. This hold of yours is dead in her road. So advise, hermit."
"I will call Alice," said the hermit.
"Call the devil if he will help you," the other replied.
Isoult heard Alice go out of the cottage.
"Child," said the hermit, "this gentleman seeks a flitted lady who should have pa.s.sed by here on her way. Have you seen aught of such an one? Your eyes are better than most."
There followed a pause, which to the trembler in the bed seemed time for a death-warrant. Then the quiet voice of Alice told out--
"I have seen no lady. Wait. I will ask."
Isoult heard her returning step. When Alice came into the room she saw Isoult standing ready, all of a tremble.
"Oh, Alice," says she, clinging to her and speaking very fast, "I am the girl they are hunting. I am not a boy. I have deceived you. If they find me they will take me away."
"Will they kill you?"
"Ah, no! There is not enough mercy with them for that."
"Ah, you have done no ill?"
"I served G.o.d this morning. I could not have dared."
"True. Who is that knight?"
"I will tell you everything. No man could be so wicked as that knight.
It is a woman, desperately wicked. She is in league with a man who would do the worst with me. Save me! save me! save me!" She began to wring her hands, and to blubber, without wits or measure left.
Alice put her hands on her. "Yes, I will save you. Get into bed and lie down. There is a page with the knight. Do you know him?"
"Yes, yes. He will do no harm. He is good."
"Very well. Lie down, and you shall be saved."
Alice went out again into the open.
"Sir knight," she was heard to say, "I have asked Roy, who came hither this morning early to serve our Ma.s.s. He has seen no one."
"Who is Roy?" said the knight sharply.
"He was server this morning. He is asleep after a long journey."
"Where?"