One Snowy Night: Long ago at OxfordHolt, Emily Sarah
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One Snowy Night: Long ago at Oxford
Holt, Emily Sarah
Historical fiction, English
About ten days later, Derette made her profession, and was installed in
the anchorhold, with Leuesa as her maid. The anchorhold consisted of
two small chambers, some ten feet square, with a doorway of
communication that could be closed by a curtain. The inner room, which
was the bedchamber, was furnished with two bundles of straw, two rough
woollen rugs, a tin basin, a wooden coffer, a form, and some hooks for
hanging garments at one end. The outer room was kitchen and parlour; it
held a tiny hearth for a wood-fire (no chimney), another form, a small
pair of trestles and boards to form a table, which were piled in a
corner when not wanted for immediate use; sundry shelves were put up
around the walls, and from hooks in the low ceiling hung a lamp, a
water-bucket, a pair of bellows, a bunch of candles, a rope of onions, a
string of dried salt fish, and several bundles of medical herbs. The
scent of the apartment, as may be imagined, was somewhat less fragrant
than that of roses. In one corner stood the Virgin Mary, newly-painted
and gilt; in the opposite one, Saint John the Baptist, whom the imager
had made with such patent whites to his eyes, set in a bronzed
complexion, that the effect was rather startling. A very small
selection of primitive culinary utensils lay on a shelf close to the
hearth. Much was not wanted, when the most sumptuous meal to be had was
boiled fish or roasted onions.
Derette was extremely tired, and it was no cause for wonder. From early
morning she had been kept on the strain by most exciting incidents. Her
childhood's home, though it was scarcely more than a stone's throw from
her, she was never to see again. Father or brother might not even touch
her hand any more. Her mother and sister could still enter her tiny
abode; but she might never go out to them, no matter what necessity
required it. Derette was bright, and sensible, and strong: but she was
tired that night. And there was no better repose to be had than sitting
on a hard form, and leaning her head against the chimney-corner.
"Shut the window, Leuesa," she said, "and come in. I am very weary, and
I must sleep a little, if I can, before compline."
"No marvel, Lady," replied Leuesa, doing as she was requested. "I am
sure you have had a tiring day. But your profession was lovely! I
never saw a prettier scene in my life."
"Ay, marriages and funerals are both sights for the world. Which was it
most like, thinkest thou?"
"O Lady! a marriage, of course. Has it not made you the bride of Jesu
Christ?"
Leuesa fancied she heard a faint sigh from the chimney-corner; but
Derette gave no answer.
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Note 1. The alner, or alms-bag, was the largest sort of purse used in
the Middle Ages.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
VIA DOLOROSA.
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