Of these, forsooth, were but two that anywise troubled her; and the
most trouble was this, that she might not fail to see that the love of
her had entered into the hearts of the two Gerardsons, Robert and
Giles; so that times were when she deemed she must even send them away,
but when it came to the point she had not the heart thereto; though
none other remedy there seemed, so sorely as their souls were wounded
by longing for her. It is not to be said that they ever spake to her
thereof, or wittingly wearied her with signs of love; but they could
not so easily cover it up but that it was ever before her eyes. But she
suffered it all for friendship’s sake and for their true service, and
in all friendliness did what she might to solace their grief. Forsooth
so good and true she found that father-kind, and the young men so
goodly and kind, that she said to herself, had she not another man
lying in her heart, she might well have chosen one of those twain for
her very speech-friend and true lover.
The second wooer that troubled her was the master, Jacobus, who, when
but three months were worn of her dwelling in her house, did all openly
crave her love and offer her marriage, he being a man unwedded. Sore
was her heart that she must needs gainsay him, so kind and courteous as
he had been to her at their first coming together; though this indeed
is sooth, that straightway, so soon as he saw her, he fell into the
captivity of her love. Howsoever, gainsay him she needs must, and he
took the naysay so hardly that he was scarce like a man before her, and
wept and prayed and lamented many times over, till she wearied of it,
and well-nigh fell to loathing him. So that it came to this at last,
that one day she spake to him and said that she might no longer bear
it, but must seek another house and leave his. There then was the
to-do, for he fell on his knees before her, and kissed her feet, would
she, would she not, and cried out in his grief, till at last for pure
weariness of his folly she gave way unto him, and said that she would
still abide there; whereon he rose up from her and went away with all
the grief run off him for that time, and as glad a man to look on as
you might see on a summer’s day.
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