So then Margaret went sorrowfully to the pretty manse to see it for the last time, ere it should pass for ever into stranger's hands.
"I think he would have been happy here," she said, and turned heart-sick away.
On their return, Reicht Heynes proposed to her to go and consult the hermit.
"What," said Margaret, "Joan has been at you.She is the one for hermits.I'll go, if 'tis but to show thee they know no more than we do." And they went to the cave.
It was an excavation partly natural, partly artificial, in a bank of rock overgrown by brambles.There was a rough stone door on hinges, and a little window high up, and two apertures, through one of which the people announced their gifts to the hermit, and put questions of all sorts to him; and when he chose to answer, his voice came dissonant and monstrous out at another small aperture.
On the face of the rock this line was cut -Felix qui in Domino nixus ab orbe fugit.
Margaret observed to her companion that this was new since she was here last.
"Ay," said Reicht, "like enough;" and looked up at it with awe.
Writing even on paper she thought no trifle; but on rock! She whispered, "Tis a far holier hermit than the last; he used to come in the town now and then, but this one ne'er shows his face to mortal man.""And that is holiness?"
"Ay, sure."
"Then what a saint a dormouse must be?"
"Out, fie, mistress.Would ye even a beast to a man?""Come, Reicht," said Margaret, "my poor father taught me overmuch, So I will e'en sit here, and look at the manse once more.Go thou forward and question thy solitary, and tell me whether ye get nought oOr nonsense out of him, for 'twill be one."As Reicht drew near the cave a number of birds flew out of it., She gave a little scream, and pointed to the cave to show Margaret they had come thence, On this Margaret felt sure there was no human being in the cave, and gave the matter no further attention, She fell into a deep reverie while looking at the little manse.
She was startled from it by Reicht's hand upon her shoulder, and a faint voice saying, "Let us go home.""You got no answer at all, Reicht," said Margaret calmly.
"No, Margaret," said Reicht despondently.And they returned home.
Perhaps after all Margaret had nourished some faint secret hope in her heart, though her reason had rejected it, for she certainly went home more dejectedly.
Just as they entered Rotterdam, Reicht said, "Stay! Oh, Margaret, I am ill at deceit; but 'tis death to utter ill news to thee; Ilove thee so dear."
"Speak out, sweetheart," said Margaret."I have gone through so much, I am almost past feeling any fresh trouble.""Margaret, the hermit did speak to me."
"What, a hermit there? among all those birds.""Ay; and doth not that show him a holy man?""I' God's name, what said he to thee, Reicht?""Alas! Margaret, I told him thy story, and I prayed him for our Lady's sake tell me where thy Gerard is, And I waited long for an answer, and presently a voice came like a trumpet: 'Pray for the soul of Gerard the son of Eli!""Ah!"
"Oh, woe is me that I have this to tell thee, sweet Margaret!
bethink thee thou hast thy boy to live for yet.""Let me get home," said Margaret faintly.
Passing down the Brede Kirk Straet they saw Joan at the door.
Reicht said to her, "Eh, woman, she has been to your hermit, and heard no good news.""Come in," said Joan, eager for a gossip.
Margaret would not go in; but she sat down disconsolate on the lowest step but one of the little external staircase that led into Joan's house, and let the other two gossip their fill at the top of it.
"Oh," said Joan, what yon hermit says is sure to be sooth, He is that holy, I am told, that the very birds consort with him.""What does that prove?" said Margaret deprecatingly."I have seen my Gerard tame the birds in winter till they would eat from his hand."A look of pity at this parallel passed between the other two, but they were both too fond of her to say what they thought.
Joan proceeded to relate all the marvellous tales she had heard of this hermit's sanctity; how he never came out but at night, and prayed among the wolves, and they never molested him; and now he bade the people not bring him so much food to pamper his body, but to bring him candles.
"The candles are to burn before his saint," whispered Reicht solemnly.
"Ay, lass; and to read his holy books wi'.A neighbour o' mine saw his hand come out, and the birds sat thereon and pecked crumbs.
She went for to kiss it, but the holy man whippit it away in a trice.They can't abide a woman to touch 'en, or even look at 'em, saints can't.""What like was his hand, wife? Did you ask her?""What is my tongue for, else? Why, dear heart, all one as yourn;by the same token a had a thumb and four fingers.""Look ye there now."
"But a deal whiter nor yourn and mine."
"Ay, ay."
"And main skinny."
"Alas."
"What could ye expect? Why, a live upon air, and prayer, and candles.""Ah, well," continued Joan; "poor thing, I whiles think 'tis best for her to know the worst.And now she hath gotten a voice from heaven, Or almost as good, and behoves her pray for his soul.One thing, she is not so poor now as she was; and never fell riches to a better hand; and she is only come into her own for that matter, so she can pay the priest to say masses for him, and that is a great comfort.'
In the midst of their gossip, Margaret, in whose ears it was all buzzing, though she seemed lost in thought, got softly up, and crept away with her eyes on the ground, and her brows bent.
"She hath forgotten I am with her," said Reicht Heynes ruefully.
She had her gossip out with Joan, and then went home.
She found Margaret seated cutting out a pelisse of grey cloth, and a cape to match.Little Gerard was standing at her side, inside her left arm, eyeing the work, and ****** it more difficult by wriggling about, and fingering the arm with which she held the cloth steady, to all which she submitted with imperturbable patience and complacency, Fancy a male workman so entangled, impeded, worried!
"Ot's that, mammy?"
"A pelisse, my pet."
"Ot's a p'lisse?"
