Joyce Morrell's Harvest: The Annals of Selwick HallHolt, Emily Sarah
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Joyce Morrell's Harvest: The Annals of Selwick Hall
Holt, Emily Sarah
Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
So after all the greeting was done, _Ned_ sat down next to _Mother_: but
we gat no further a-loving of our loves that night, for all wanted to
hear _Ned_, that is but now come back from the _Spanish_ seas: and
divers tales he told that were rare taking, and one or twain that did
make my flesh creep: but truly his sea-talk is rare hard to conceive.
When all at once saith _Ned_:--
"Have you a ghost cruising these parts?"
"Eh, _Ned_, hast thou seen her?" cries _Austin Park_.
"Who's her?" saith _Ned_. "I've seen a craft with a white hull and all
sails up, in the copse nigh old _Nanny's_."
"Couldst thou make it thy conveniency to speak _English, Ned_?" saith
_Father_. "That is the language we talk in _Derwentdale_."
_Ned_ laughed, and saith, "I'll endeavour myself; but 'tis none so easy
to drop it. Well, who or what is it?"
"'Tis a ghost," saith _Austin_; "and folks laughed at me when I said I
had seen it: may-be they'll give o'er now."
"Why didst not send a buck-shot through her?" quoth _Ned_.
"Good lack! I had no arms," saith _Austin_: "and what good should come
o' shooting a ghost?"
"Make you first sure she is a ghost," saith _Father_: "for it should be
right little good that should come of shooting a woman."
This was all said that night; and we brake up at nine o' the clock, and
away hied our guests.
But yestereven, as I was a-crossing of the hall, just after the dusk
fell, what should I see but Aunt _Joyce_, clad in hood, cloak, and
pattens, drawing back of the bolt from the garden door: and I ran to
help her.
"Why, Aunt _Joyce_, whither go you so late?" said I. "But may-be I do
ill to ask."
"Nay, thou dost not so, child," saith she: "and I will take thee into my
secret, for I can trust thee. _Nell_, I am going to see the ghost."
"Aunt _Joyce_," was all I could utter.
"Ay," saith she, "I will: for my mind misgives me that this is no ghost,
but a living woman: and a woman that it should be well had an other
woman to speak unto her. Be not afeared, dear heart; I am not running
afore I am sent. It was said to me last night, `Go in this thy might.'
And when the Lord sends men on His errands, He pays the charges."
"But if you should be hurt, _Aunt_!" cried I.
"Well, what so?" saith she. "He were a poor soldier that were afeared
to be hurt in his King's battles. But if it be as I think, _Nell_,
there is no fear thereof. And if there were, mine ease is of less
moment than a sinner's soul. Nay, dear maid, take thine heart to thee
[cheer up]. There is more with me than all the constables in
_Cumberland_. `Whatsoever the Lord pleased, that did He,--in heaven,
and in the earth, and in the seas, and in all deep places.' I am not
afeared, _Nell_."
And away trudged she, without an other word. But I sat on thorns till,
about seven o' the clock, she came into the great chamber, her hood and
cloak doffed.
"Why, _Joyce_, I had lost thee," saith _Mother_, looking up brightly
from her sewing.
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