What that sensitive mind, and tender conscience, and loving heart, and religious soul, went through even in a few hours, under a situation so sudden and tremendous, is perhaps beyond the power of words to paint.
Fancy yourself the man; and then put yourself in his place! Were Ito write a volume on it, we should have to come to that at last.
I shall relate his next two overt acts.They indicate his state of mind after the first fierce tempest of the soul had subsided.
After spending the night with the dying hermit in giving and receiving holy consolations, he set out not for Rotterdam, but for Tergou.He went there to confront his fatal enemy the burgomaster, and by means of that parchment, whose history, by-the-by was itself a romance, to make him disgorge; and give Margaret her own.
Heated and dusty, he stopped at the fountain, and there began to eat his black bread and drink of the water.But in the middle of his frugal meal a female servant came running, and begged him to come and shrive her dying master, He returned the bread to his wallet, and followed her without a word.
She took him - to the Stadthouse.
He drew back with a little shudder when he saw her go in.
But he almost instantly recovered himself, and followed her into the house, and up the stairs.And there in bed, propped up by pillows, lay his deadly enemy, looking already like a corpse.
Clement eyed him a moment from the door, and thought of all the tower, the wood, the letter.Then he said in a low voice, "Pax vobiscum!" He trembled a little while he said it.
The sick man welcomed him as eagerly as his weak state permitted.
"Thank Heaven, thou art come in time to absolve me from my sins, father, and pray for my soul, thou and thy brethren.""My son," said Clement, "before absolution cometh confession.In which act there must be no reservation, as thou valuest thy soul's weal.Bethink thee, therefore, wherein thou hast most offended God and the Church, while I offer up a prayer for wisdom to direct thee."Clement then kneeled and prayed; and when he rose from his knees, he said to Ghysbrecht, with apparent calmness, "My son, confess thy sins.""Ah, father," said the sick man, "they are many and great.""Great, then, be thy penitence, my son; so shalt thou find God's mercy great."Ghysbrecht put his hands together, and began to confess with every appearance of contrition.
He owned he had eaten meat in mid-Lent.He had often absented himself from mass on the Lord's day, and saints' days; and had trifled with other religious observances, which he enumerated with scrupulous fidelity.
When he had done, the friar said quietly, "'Tis well, my son, These be faults.Now to thy crimes, Thou hadst done better to begin with them.""Why, father, what crimes lie to my account if these be none?""Am I confessing to thee, or thou to me?" said Clement somewhat severely.
"Forgive me, father! Why, surely, I to you.But I know not what you call crimes.""The seven deadly sins, art thou clear of them?""Heaven forefend I should be guilty of them.I know them not by name.""Many do them all that cannot name them.Begin with that one which leads to lying, theft, and murder.""I am quit of that one, any way.How call you it?""AVARICE, my son."
"Avarice? Oh, as to that, I have been a saving man all my day; but I have kept a good table, and not altogether forgotten the poor.
