------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note 1. This is the probable order of birth. The date assigned to the birth of Agnes is fictitious, but that of her husband is taken from his _Probatio Aetatis_. Note 2. July 8th, 1317; this is about the probable time. The Countess is supposed to be writing in the spring of 1348. Note 3. This word was then used of both sexes, and was the proper designation of the son of a prince or peer not yet arrived at the age of knighthood. PART TWO, CHAPTER 2. THE LADY OF LUDLOW. "Toil-worn and very weary-- For the waiting-time is long; Leaning upon the promise-- For the Promiser is strong." So were we children left alone in the Castle of Ludlow, and two weary months we had of it. Wearier were they by far than the six that ran afore them, when our mother was there, and our elder brethren, that she had now carried away. Lessons dragged, and play had no interest. It had been Meg that devised all our games, and Nym that made boats and wooden horses for us, and Joan that wove wreaths and tied cowslip balls--and they were all away. There was not a bit of life nor fun anywhere except in Jack, and if Jack were shut in a coal-hole by himself, he would make the coals play with him o' some fashion. But even Jack could fetch no fun out of _amo, amas, amat_; and I grew sore weary of pulling my neeld [needle] in and out, and being banged o'er the head with the fiddlestick when I played the wrong string. If we could swallow learning as we do meat, what a lessening of human misery should it be! No news came all this while--at least, none that we heard. Winter grew into spring, and May came with her flowers. Ay, and with something else. The day rose like the long, dreary days that had come before it, and nobody guessed that any thing was likely to happen. We ate eggs and butter, and said our verbs and the commandments of God and the Church, to Sir Philip, and played some weary, dreary exercises on the spinnet to Dame Hilda, and dined (I mind it was on lamb, finches, and flaunes [custards]), and then Kate, I, and Maud, were set down to our needles. Blanche was something too young for needlework, saving to pull coloured silks in and out of a bit of rag for practice. We had scarce taken twenty stitches, when far in the distance we heard a horn sounded. "Is that my Lady a-coming home?" said I to Kate. "Eh, would it were!" quoth she. "I reckon it is some hunters in the neighbourhood."