Brittany (France) -- Fiction; France -- History -- Medieval period, 987-1515 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Women -- Fiction
Indeed, the Castle had set its seal upon every one of its inmates. The
little household had acquired the peculiar characteristics that
generally grow up in a secluded community. Every dweller in the Twilight
Land was unconsciously possessed of the same quiet manner, the same air
of tranquil repose, the same habit of abstracted thought. And these
things had stolen upon them so unawares that none was conscious of it in
any other, and least of all in herself. It was a singularly beautiful
atmosphere in which to bring up a little being fresh to the world. In
this place a new soul might have dwelt forever untainted by any mark of
worldliness, of passion, or of sin; for these things were foreign to the
whole place. No one in the Castle but had, at some time, been through
the depths of human experience, been swayed by the most powerful
emotions, and known the passion that is inherent in every mortal. But
from these things the Twilight folk had been purified by long stretches
of vain longing, vain struggles in the midst of solitude, and that
continued repression that alone can eradicate mortal tendencies toward
sin. And now the women of this Castle had reached, in their progress,
the neutral vale of tranquillity that lies between the gorgeous meadows
of delight and the grim crags of grief and disappointment.
There was no one in the Castle that did not at times reflect upon these
things; but of them all, Eleanore saw most clearly whence they had all
come, and where they now were. Whither they might be going—ah, that!
that, who should say? But she could see and understand the quiet
happiness that Lenore had reached through her child; and the increasing
contentment, that was more than resignation, in Laure. And if she was
ignorant of the route by which Courtoise, Alixe, and David had come into
the kingdom of tranquillity, at least she knew that all had reached it,
and was glad that it was so. To St. Nazaire, who was now her only
connection with the outer world, she talked of all these things, and
found in him not quite the spirit of her Castle, but yet a great
understanding of human and spiritual matters.
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