Great Britain -- History -- House of York, 1461-1485 -- Fiction
"'Since when, Sir Abbot,' I demanded, 'has the Abbey of Kirkstall
become the prison for abducted women?'
"'Since it pleased me to assist a friend in need,' he answered.
"Coming near, he scanned my face and figure; and suddenly he put his
arms about me and kissed me on the mouth."
De Lacy struck his gauntlets against his greaves.
"God! I am glad I killed him," he gritted.
"So am I, dear," said the Countess--then went on: "I tried to reach my
dagger, but Aldam caught my hands and kissed me twice again.
"'Be not so timid,' he laughed. 'There are many of your sex come to
this room, and far different from a simple caress is the toll they pay.
But you are Darby's, so must I stop with that . . . yet I would it were
otherwise,' and his look was so cruelly devouring I fled to the far
side of the room.
"There I waited, ready if he sought again to touch me, to sink my
dagger in his breast. But he had bound his passions, seemingly, for he
sat down and bade me prepare to leave without delay. And gladly did I
comply, caring little where I went, so that I left this vile priest's
clutches.
"When I had done, he took my bundle and a candle and led the way
through a hidden panel in the corner opposite the door. We passed
along a narrow corridor, with the roof almost against our heads, and
descended a score of stone stairs into a tunnel, deep and foul. How
far we went I cannot even guess, but presently there was another ascent
of stairs, and after a bit of fumbling, the heavy door swung back and I
felt a rush of night air and saw the moonlight.
"Thrusting the Abbot aside, I sprang through the opening . . . and into
the arms of Simon Gorges.
"'Your pardon, my lady,' he said; then freed me, but stood within easy
reach. He was alone, and beside his horse was another with a woman's
saddle. He saw my eyes upon it.
"We are for Roxford Castle,' he explained.
"Listen, Gorges,' I said. 'What will you have to take me back to
Pontefract? Name your price, man--I am rich and can pay a royal
ransom--and you shall enter the King's own guard.'
"He shook his head. 'I have served the Lords of Darby all my life, and
my sire and my grandsire before me. No gold nor rank can buy me from
my duty. To me you have been committed, pending my lord's return; and
so long as I have power to keep you, I must obey.'
"'It is an ignoble task you are assigned,' I began.
"But he would not hear me. 'You forget, my lady, that I am of those
you and your station deem ignoble. Yet, none the less, am I ashamed of
this business--though, since my lord commands, it is not for me to
question nor delay. Therefore, I pray you, let us mount and be going?'
"I saw he neither could be bought nor persuaded, so I let him lift me
into saddle and we set out for Roxford. On the way, I asked why I was
being so moved about, though I had no hope he would tell me; and for a
while he made no answer. Then, to my surprise, he said: 'What do you
think would be the reason?'
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