The White Lady of Hazelwood: A Tale of the Fourteenth CenturyHolt, Emily Sarah
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The White Lady of Hazelwood: A Tale of the Fourteenth Century
Holt, Emily Sarah
England -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Mistress Perrote, I pray you counsel me. I am sore put to it to baffle
my cousin's inquirations touching our Lady. How she cometh to know
there is any such cannot I say; but I may lightly guess that Agatha hath
let it 'scape: and in old days mine uncle was wont to say, none never
could keep hidlis [secrets] from Ricarda. Truly, might I have known
aforehand my Lady Foljambe's pleasure, I could have found to mine hand
to pray her not to advance Ricarda hither: not for that I would stand in
her way, but for my Lady's sake herself."
"I know. Nay, as well not, Phyllis. It should tend rather to thine own
disease, for folk might lightly say thou wert jealous and unkindly to
thy kin. The Lord knoweth wherefore such things do hap. At times I
think it be to prevent us from being here in earth more blissful than it
were good for us to be. As for her inquirations, parry them as best
thou mayest; and if thou canst not, then say apertly [openly] that thou
art forbidden to hold discourse thereanentis."
Amphillis shook her head. She pretty well knew that such an assertion
would whet Ricarda's curiosity, and increase her inquisitive queries.
"Mistress Perrote, are you ill at ease?"
"Not in health, thank God. But I am heavy of heart, child. Our Lady is
in evil case, and she is very old."
We should not now call a woman very old who was barely sixty years of
age; we scarcely think that more than elderly. But in 1373, when the
numerous wars and insurrections of the earlier half of the century had
almost decimated the population, so that, especially in the upper
classes, an old man was rarely to be seen, and when also human life was
usually shorter than in later times, sixty was the equivalent of eighty
or ninety with us, while seventy was as wonderful as we think a hundred.
King Edward was in his second childhood when he died at sixty-five;
while "old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster," scarcely passed his
fifty-ninth birthday.
"Is she sick?" said Amphillis, pityingly. She had not seen her mistress
for several days, for her periods of attendance on her were fitful and
uncertain.
"She is very sick, and Father Jordan hath tried his best."
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