Under One Sceptre, or Mortimer's Mission: The Story of the Lord of the MarchesHolt, Emily Sarah
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Under One Sceptre, or Mortimer's Mission: The Story of the Lord of the Marches
Holt, Emily Sarah
Historical fiction; Mortimer, Roger de, Earl of March, 1328-1360 -- Fiction
Once more he offered to Alianora the choice of accompanying him. They
had been separated for nearly two years, and had only met a few weeks
before. But the Countess could not think of it. In fact, she declared
herself quite astonished that her lord could be so unreasonable as to
ask for her company. Her new dresses for Whitsuntide were in course of
preparation, and had cost her a month’s reflection. Did he suppose that
they could be finished in a day? or if they had been finished, how could
he imagine that she would be satisfied to waste their resplendency on a
handful of common knights and squires, or a horde of Irish barbarians?
Leave Town in the beginning of April! It was perfectly preposterous,
impossible. And she was quite sure he did not want her—which last was
said in a tone decidedly indicative of the companion fact that she did
not want him.
He did not want her as he had once done. His wish for the company of
the real woman whom he had long seen her to be, was far less than it had
been erewhile for the society of the loved and loveable ideal which he
was now convinced that she was not. Still the old love, though stifled,
repressed, and repulsed, was yet alive, and might have been blown into a
flame had Alianora cared to take the trouble. Roger sighed as he turned
away.
"Be it so, Dame," he answered, speaking more lightly than he felt. "But
your Ladyship will scarce look for me to rest content in being utterly
bereft of the company of ladies. I shall take Nannette withal from
Usk."
"Gramercy! to what end?" demanded Alianora, opening her handsome eyes in
astonishment.
A smile of rather bitter amusement played round the lips of the Earl.
"Choose your Ladyship the reason," said he, still lightly. "You have no
grudge thereunto?"
"I? Good lack, nay! An’ it like your Lordship to burden you with a
maid of nine years, you be welcome of very inwitte.[#] I shall have the
lesser charge."
[#] Most heartily.
Her husband might reasonably have inquired what charge she had ever
taken of the children, or how it was to be lessened when they were
already out of her care: but he passed it by.
"Wenteline will ease you thereof," said he. "Your Ladyship grudgeth
not, methinks, that she should bide hence with the childre?"
"Not I, forsooth! Have with them whom you will," was the careless
answer. "I love none of them so dear that I may not live without them."
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