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
“Why not?” exclaimed the others in astonishment.
“Because I hope it won’t be needed and that would certainly be
simpler.”
CHAPTER XIV
GOOD-BYE
The days slipped by all too quickly and the children spent every
available moment in the secret room. But it was not very safe for them
to disappear from sight too often and moreover, other obligations had
to be fulfilled. Sometimes they were able to arrange that one should
remain with Ian while the other was occupied elsewhere.
On one of these occasions, while Audry was in the secret room, Aline
went down to the Arnsides. On the way she met Father Laurence coming
up from Middleton. It was an unusual thing for him to come to Holwick
and Aline was surprised. “Good day, Father,” she said, as she dropped a
curtsey.
“Bless you, my child,” said the old man, looking at her keenly, “talium
enim est regnum dei,”[16] he whispered softly to himself. “How profound
Our Lord’s sayings were. Yes, it does one good even to look at a
child,” and then he noticed that Aline seemed sad and troubled and
lacked her usual buoyant vivacity. “Are you not happy, little maiden?”
he said gently.
[16] For of such is the kingdom of God.
Aline looked at him with an expression of wonder; “No, not exactly,”
she said.
“What is it, my child?”
“Oh, many things, Father; the world is difficult.”
They had drawn near to the side of the road and Aline was leaning
against the wall; she plucked the top of a tall ragwort and began
pulling off its yellow petals one by one.
The priest put his elbow on the wall and looked down at her. He was
very tall indeed, with a rather thin face and deep sad eyes. He at once
saw that she did not want to tell him her troubles and he had too much
instinctive delicacy to press the child. He laid his disengaged hand
kindly on her head, and she looked up at him.
“Strange,” he thought, “I might have had such a child of mine own; but
no, it was not to be. Yes, I know what sorrow is: I have indeed made my
sacrifice.
“All things work together for good, Aline,” he said aloud, “the forces
of good must win in the end, but the powers of darkness are strong and
the victory may be long delayed; yet it will come.”
“But the world is cruel, Father,” said Aline.
“Yes, my child, I know, and the world often seems to be victorious; but
it is only victorious in the things of the world. The principle of love
and the principle of beauty will outlast the world,” and he smiled a
sweet smile.
Aline gazed into his face and he seemed to be looking into the things
beyond.
“Be of good courage, little maiden, fear not them that have power to
hurt the body. The Lord be with you, and may the Mother of God watch
over you; farewell.”
He turned as he spoke and Aline saw him cross over to the cottage of
Benjamin Darley. She went on to the Arnsides and found both mother and
son at home.
“Ah, Honey,” said the old woman, “it is good to see your bonnie face,
it’s a sight for sair een.”
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