Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
have striven to avert from you every chance of its influence, I feel
that it were better to keep you still in ignorance so long as it
shall please God.
"The following morning, when my husband was once more in possession
of his sober senses, I entreated him to tell me if the tale he had
told me were indeed true, and he assured me that it was so, but with
bitter regret that he should unawares have allowed me to share its
burden; for he was still ever loving and tender with me, and I too,
in spite of my sorrows, loved him dearly.
"But now must follow the most bitter portion of my story. Appalled
at what I had heard, I took, during the sleepless hours of the
ensuing night, a stern resolution. That very day I had looked
forward, with all a young wife's pride and joy, to whispering in my
husband's ear a new-found secret, which, I well knew, would be to him
no less a source of joy and delight than to myself; but now--I dared
not utter it! I dared scarce dwell myself upon the thought, that a
child of mine must bear the woe which for three hundred years and
more no Bryn Afon had escaped! My brain reeled with the terror and
misery of it, and my resolve was taken. My husband should never know
my cherished secret, and my child should be saved from the dread
curse which hung like a sword over the head of its unhappy father.
Next day I told my husband that a strong desire had taken possession
of me to make myself more fit to wear the honours of a lady of the
House of Bryn Afon, by educating myself in those arts of learning and
grace in which I knew myself to be so sadly deficient, and I begged
him, on my knees, to send me away from him for the space of two or
three years, into a convent in France or elsewhere, where I might
grow more worthy of my dignity as his chosen wife, and whence I might
return to him with the full consciousness that I should not disgrace
by any acts of folly or ignorance the great name I bore. How I
gained my point I scarce know, for he was grievously loth to consent
to so painful a parting, yet at last my tears and prayers, and, I
think, a certain sense that I had reason in my request, prevailed
over him, and he allowed me to depart, promising that he would not
seek me out in my retirement, nor disturb the quiet of my mind and
studies by any communication with me whatever during my absence. Ere
I left him, I begged his physician, the Black Horseman, who was ever
our most faithful friend, to have him always in his most tender
keeping the while I was absent from him, and through his kind
assistance (for he only in the world had knowledge of my secret) I
was placed in a small convent in Brittany, in private apartments,
under the special supervision of the Lady Abbess--a lady he had known
well in his youth, and in whom he placed the fullest confidence, and
in whose loving hands a sweet sense of peace and security stole over
my agonised spirit ere I had been many weeks in her company. Under
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