However, Walter did as follows. One night, while the baby was still very young, he came to her, looking stern and troubled; she was all alone, and he said, “Griselda, you have not forgotten the day when I took you out of your poor home. Well, although you are very dear to me, to my people you are not dear; they feel it a great shame to be the subjects of one who came of such mean rank. And since thy daughter was born they have murmured so greatly that I cannot disregard them, so I must do with the baby as the people choose, if I want to live in peace with them all. Yet what I must do is much against my will, and I will not do it without your consent; but I pray you to show me now how patient you can be, even as you swore to be, on our marriage day.” When Griselda heard this she did not know that it was all untrue, and she said calmly, “My lord, all shall be as you will. My child and I, we are both yours, living or dying. Do as you choose. For my part, there is nothing I fear to lose, but _you_.” The marquis was overjoyed to hear that, but he concealed his pleasure, and kept a very stern and sad face, and presently departed. He went to a man, to whom he gave certain directions how to act; then he sent the man to Griselda. This man was a sergeant,[147] the trusted servant of the marquis, and he stalked into Griselda’s chamber. “Madam,” he said, “you must forgive me if I do what I am compelled to by my lord. This child I am ordered to take away,” and the man made as though he would kill it at once. Suspecious was the defame of this man, ill-fame Suspect his face, suspect his word also, Suspect the tyme in which he this bigan. Allas! hir doughter, that she lovede so, Sche wende he wold han slayen it right tho; believed, then But natheles sche neyther weep ne sikede, nevertheless, sighed Conformyng hir to that the marquis likede. But atte laste speke sche bigan, to speak And mekely sche to the sergeant preyde, So as he was a worthy gentil man, That she moste kisse hir child er that it deyde. might And in hir barm[148] this litel child sche leyde, lap With ful sad face, and gan the child to blesse, And lullyd it, and after gan it kesse. began, kiss Suspicious of repute was this stern man, Suspicious in his look, and speech also, So was the time when he the deed began. Alas! her baby, that she lovëd so, Would he destroy it ere he turned to go?-- And yet she did not weep, she was resign’d To all the wishes of her master’s mind. To say a few meek words she then began, And for one boon she pitifully pray’d, That as he was a kind and worthy man She might but kiss her baby ere it died. And in her lap the little child she laid, With mournful face, and did the baby bless, And lull’d it with how many a soft caress!