From day to day, from year to year, her hopes had fallen away one by
one. Her spirits, so buoyant and elastic once, had now subsided into
a heavy, settled gloom; her very charms were but a wreck and shadow
of their former glory. For a time she had endeavored, by all those
beautiful occupations of the pencil, the needle, or the lyre, in which
none had equalled her in her young days of happiness, to while away
the deep and engrossing weariness which by long endurance becomes
even worse than pain. For a time she had been permitted to vary the
monotony of her domestic labors by her favorite exercises in the field
and forest. Surrounded by a train of mail-clad horsemen, warders with
bended bows and loaded arquebuses, she had a few times been allowed to
ride forth into the free woodland, and to forget, amid the gay sights
and heart-stirring sounds of the chase, the cares that were heavy at
her heart. But how should that heart forget, when at every turn it
encountered the haggard eye of the anxious keeper--anxious, for the
slightest relaxation of his duty were certain death! How should the ear
thrill to the enlivening music of the pack, or to the wild flourish of
the bugles, when the clash of steel announced on every side the minions
of her oppressor? How should the gallop over the velvet turf, beneath
the luxuriant shadow of the immemorial oaks, convey aught of freshness
to the spirit that was about to return thence to chambers no less a
dungeon for being decked with the mockeries of state, than though they
had presented to the eye those common accessories of bar, and grate,
and chain, which they failed not to set before the mind? After a while,
even these liberties were curtailed! It seemed too much of freedom,
that the titular sovereign of three realms--the cynosure of every eye,
the beauty at whose very name every heart thrilled and every pulse
bounded--should be permitted to taste the common air of heaven, even
when hemmed in, without the possibility of escape, by guards armed to
the teeth, and sworn to exercise those arms, not only against all who
should attempt the rescue, but against the miserable captive herself,
should she attempt to profit by any efforts made for her release!
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