Oh, then indeed,
You must be a great friend, for this was kept
Most secret from all others.
ELINOR
A great friend!
He was my page some fifteen years ago,
And all his life I have watched over him
As if he were my son! I have come to beg
A favour--let me see him when he comes.
My husband was a soldier, and I am skilled
In wounds. In Palestine I saved his life
When every leech despaired of it, a wound
Caused by a poisoned arrow.
PRIORESS
You shall see him.
I have some skill myself in balms and simples,
But, in these deadlier matters I would fain
Trust to your wider knowledge.
ELINOR
Let me see him alone;
Alone, you understand. His mind is fevered.
I have an influence over him. Do not say
That I am here, or aught that will excite him.
Better say nothing--lead him gently in,
And leave him. In my hands he is like a child.
PRIORESS
It shall be done. I see you are subtly versed
In the poor workings of our mortal minds.
ELINOR
I learnt much from a wise old Eastern leech
When I was out in Palestine.
PRIORESS
I have heard
They have great powers and magic remedies;
They can restore youth to the withered frame.
ELINOR
There is only one thing that they cannot do.
PRIORESS
And what?
ELINOR
They cannot raise the dead.
PRIORESS
Ah, no;
I am most glad to hear you say it, most glad
To know we think alike. That is most true--
Yes--yes--most true; for God alone, dear friend,
Can raise the dead!
[_A bell begins tolling slowly._]
The bell for even-song!
You have not long to wait.
[_Shadowy figures of nuns pass the windows and enter the chapel.
The sunset deepens._]
Will you not pray
With me?
[_The PRIORESS and QUEEN ELINOR kneel down together before a
little shrine. Enter the NOVICE._]
NOVICE
There is a forester at the door.
Mother, I think 'tis he!
PRIORESS
[_Rising._]
Admit him, then.
ELINOR
Leave me: I will keep praying till he comes.
PRIORESS
You are trembling! You are not afraid?
ELINOR
[_With eyes closed as in strenuous devotion._]
No; no;
Leave me, I am but praying!
[_A chant swells up in the chapel. Exit PRIORESS. ELINOR continues
muttering as in prayer. Enter ROBIN HOOD,
steadying himself on his bow, weak and white. She
rises and passes between him and the door to confront
him._]
ELINOR
Ah, Robin, you have come to me at last
For healing. Pretty Marian cannot help you
With all her kisses.
ROBIN HOOD
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