The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
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The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.
Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
Adventure stories; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Mary I, 1553-1558 -- Juvenile fiction
“Not at all,” said Aline, “you kiss me.”
“That is a different matter,” said Ian, laughing, as he kissed Audry,
“you are my ward, you see.”
Although Master Richard and his wife were by no means pleased at the
political change, they were delighted that it had brought their young
visitor, and Mistress Eleanor greeted her with an unusual show of
affection. She had been long enough falling under Aline’s spell, but
the conquest was complete and resulted in the re-development of a side
of her nature that had practically lain dormant since, a charming girl
of sixteen, Master Richard had met her in York and against all the
wishes of his parents had insisted on marrying her. She became more
human and more anxious to please, and gradually won the esteem and even
love of her servitors and the people of Holwick.
Aline introduced her escort, and while they were being shown to their
rooms, she went and found Elspeth.
Elspeth wept tears of joy over her and said; “Now, hinnie, I shall
be able to die happy. I thought the sunlight had gone out of my life
forever.”
They had a long talk and in the afternoon she went down with Elspeth
to the Arnsides. Janet seized a stool and dusted it for the young
mistress; and John, who was just outside the house, came in.
“O John,” Aline said, “I can never repay you or thank you enough, it is
no use my trying to put my thanks into words.”
“What I did was nothing,” he said.
“But if you had not done it, the Duke of Ochil would never have come
and I should have been lost.”
“No one who knew you, Mistress Aline, could have done less.”
The time seemed all too short to the Arnsides, when Aline turned to go.
“I shall ask Cousin Richard to let us stay here for at least a month,”
she said, “even if I do not come back here to live. I am going to teach
you to read, John, and I have brought you this,” and she produced a
beautifully bound copy of the Scriptures, which she had bought for him
with all the money she had left.
John was confused with gratitude, and Aline fled, leaving him an
opportunity to recover by himself.
She had had a long talk with Ian in which they had decided that it was
right that Master Mowbray should hear the whole story and be told about
the secret room, as after all it belonged to him.
So that night she secured the little book and took it up to her old
room with Audry.
As they were undressing, Aline took off the ruby pendant, which she was
wearing concealed beneath her simple costume.
“Oh, how lovely!” exclaimed Audry, “diamonds and pearls and--what a
marvellous ruby! But Aline, you have no right to wear this.”
“I feel a little doubtful, but Ian says it is all right, as at present
I am in the position of his ward and in any case I am Scots and not
English.”
“But if you are father’s ward then you will count as English.”
“Anyway, I shall not wear it in public; so it does not matter.”
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