The White Rose of Langley: A Story of the Olden Time — John Shaqi
The White Rose of Langley: A Story of the Olden TimeHolt, Emily Sarah
History
The White Rose of Langley: A Story of the Olden Time
Holt, Emily Sarah
Great Britain -- History -- Lancaster and York, 1399-1485 -- Fiction
"Maude, and your servant, Mistress," responded the child.
"Then, little Maude, have here thy treasure"--and she held forth the
leaf to her--"and thy wish. Follow this dame, and she will see if thou
canst guard gowns. If so be, and thou canst be willing and gent,
another may cleanse the pans, for thou shalt turn again to the kitchen
no more."
Little Maude clasped her hands in ecstasy.
"Our Lady Mary, and Peter and Paul, bless your Ladyship's mistresshood!
Be you good enough for to ensure me of the same?"
"Thou shalt not win back, an' thou do well," repeated the lady, smiling.
"Now follow this dame."
Dona Juana was not at all astonished. Similar sudden transformations
were comparatively of frequent occurrence at that time; and to call in
question any act of the King of Castilla's daughter would have been in
her eyes the most impossible impropriety. She merely noted mentally the
extremely dirty state of Maude's frock, calculated how long it would
take to make her three new ones, wondered if she would be very
troublesome to teach, and finally asked her if she had any better dress.
Maude owned that she possessed a serge one for holidays, upon which
Dona Juana, after a minute's hesitation, looked back into the room she
had left, and said, "Alvena!" A lively-looking woman, past girlhood in
age, but retaining much of the character, answered the call.
"Hie unto Mistress Ursula Drew, that is over the kitchen, and do her to
wit that her Grace's pleasure is to advance Maude, the scullion, unto
room [situation] of tire-woman; bid her to give thee all that 'longeth
unto the maid, and bear it hither."
Alvena departed on her errand, and Maude followed Dona Juana into fairy
land. Gorgeous hangings covered the walls; here and there a soft mossy
carpet was spread over the stone floor--for it was not the time of year
for rushes. The guide's own dress--crimson velvet, heavily
embroidered--was a marvel of art, and the pretty articles strewn on the
tables were wonders of the world. They had passed through four rooms
ere Maude found her tongue.
"Might it like your Madamship," she asked timidly, her curiosity at last
overcoming her reserve, though she felt less at home with Dona Juana
than with the other lady, "to tell me the name of the fair mistress that
did give me into your charge?"
"That is our Lady's Grace, maiden," said Juana rather stiffly, "the Lady
Infanta Dona Isabel, Countess of Cambridge."
"What, she that doth bear rule over us all?" said Maude amazedly.
"She," replied Juana.
"Had I wist the same, as wot the saints, I had been sore afeard,"
responded Maude. "And what call men your Grace's Ladyship, an' I may
know?"
Dona Juana condescended to smile at the child's simplicity.
"My name is Juana Fernandez," she said. "Thou canst call me Dame Joan."
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