Great Britain -- History -- William I, 1066-1087 -- Fiction
there was that in her which would not permit her to tamely submit to
indignities. But where would her revolt end?
Well, feeling that it would be better to be doing something to effect
her rescue than to be absorbed in these painful cogitations, I decided I
would start at once for the Norman camp. It was a long and a weary tramp
in the darkness through the forest, but still, I hoped, by patient
plodding forward, I should reach the camp by daylight. Happily I found I
had not overrated my powers. As I drew near, I was challenged by the
outpost. There was a considerable parleying, and a determination evinced
to prevent my farther advance. But my sacred calling, coupled with the
fact that I was unarmed, and that it was now broad daylight, ultimately
prevailed, and I was conducted to a tent not far from the one occupied
by Lady Alice de Montfort, with whom, after some time, I received an
audience, and whom we will in future call Alice. To her I related all
that I knew of the outrage, with such description of the persons taking
part in it as I had been able to gather. From my description of the
leader, she had no difficulty in identifying Pierre as the man.
"Well, Father, I may as well tell you at the outset, that this is what I
expected. I warned this Saxon lady of the risks she ran by staying at
the monastery, but I could not persuade her to accept my protection."
"She has been a great sufferer, gracious madame," I replied, "during
these wars; and she was, no doubt, greatly afraid. Probably, also, she
was greatly averse to joining your camp; though it was unquestionably a
generous offer on your part."
"Well, reverend Father, I am not saying this to excuse my inaction now,
but I assure you from what I know, and what I suspect of the
participants in this outrage, that it would have been far easier to keep
the prey from the jaws of the lion than it will be to force his den and
wrest it from him. I will do my utmost, I assure you. Jeannette," said
she, turning to her maid, "let our guest have some refreshment, for he
will be weary and faint, I am sure." So saying, she departed I know not
where.
She returned in the course of half an hour; but she gave me little hope
of success, though she said the Count, her father, had gone out in quest
of the persons whom he suspected. She was most gracious to me, and asked
most anxiously as to whether we were treated properly by the soldiers
quartered upon us. I suspected very strongly that the comparative
immunity from personal molestation we had hitherto enjoyed arose in
great part from her goodwill and protection. She asked many questions
with regard to our books; to our endowments; especially to the great
relief we had been able to extend to the poor, and to strangers. I was
highly impressed, not only with the charms of her person, but with her
highly cultivated mind, and gracious demeanour.
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