Brittany (France) -- Fiction; France -- History -- Medieval period, 987-1515 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Women -- Fiction
In celebration of the Seigneur’s wedding, a week’s holiday had been
declared for every one in the Castle; and so, when the first meal of the
day was at an end, the demoiselles, in high glee at escaping from the
morning’s toil in the hot spinning-room, gayly proposed to their
attendant squires that they repair at once to the open meadows, where
there was glorious opportunity for games and caroles. Lenore’s eyes
lighted with pleasure at this proposal; but she looked instinctively at
Gerault, to see if his face approved the plan. She found his eyes upon
her; and, as he caught her glance, he motioned her to his side, and drew
her with him a little apart from the general group. Then he said to her
kindly,—
“Beloved, I shall see thee at noon meat. Courtoise and I go forth this
morning together to try two of the new falcons that Alixe hath trained.
Thou’lt fare gently here with all the demoiselles and the young squires;
and see that thou weary not thyself at play in the heat. Till noon, my
little one!”
He bent and touched his lips to her hair,—that sunlit hair,—and then, as
he strode away, followed, but half willingly, by Courtoise, Lenore’s
head bent forward, and her eyes, that for one instant had brimmed full,
were shut tight till the unbidden drops went back again. When she looked
up once more, Alixe was at her side, and the expression on the face of
La Rieuse was full of unlooked-for tenderness. Lenore, however, was too
proud for pity, and in a moment she smiled, and said bravely:
“My lord is going a-hawking with his squire. Shall we to the fields?
Said they not that we should go to weave garlands in the fields?”
“Yes! To the fields! To the fields! Hola, David! We are commanded to the
fields by our Queen of Delight!” called Alixe, loudly, waving her hands
above her head, and striving in every way to gain the attention of the
company. But in spite of her efforts, Gerault’s departure was seen, and
there was a general outcry of protest, which did not, however, reach the
ears of the Seigneur. Then Lenore was forced to bear the comments of the
company: their loudly expressed disappointment, and the unspoken but
infinitely more painful astonishment plainly indicated in every glance.
Nevertheless the young girl had in her the instincts of a fine race, and
she bore everything with a heroic unconcern that won Alixe’s admiration,
and so far deceived the thoughtless throng as to bring her a new
accusation of indifference to Gerault’s absence.
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