Thus when the girl Igraine trudged sad-eyed into Winchester in her gown
of grey, and appeared before him as a homeless child of the Church,
he took her in like the good uncle of the fairy tale, and proffered
her his house for home. Possibly he pitied her for her plight after
the burning of Avangel, for she seemed much cast down in mind and very
deserving of a kinsman's proper comfort. Then she was of noble family,
a coincidence that no doubt weighed heavily in Radamanth's opinion.
It was good to have so much breeding in the house, to be able to say
with a smirk to his friends and neighbours, "My niece, the daughter
of Malgo, Lord of the Redlands, slain and plundered of the heathen in
Kent." Igraine brought quite a lustre into Radamanth's home. He beamed
on her with sleek pride and satisfaction, gave her rich stuffs for
dress, a goodly chamber, and a little Silurian maid to wait. Moreover,
he gave his one child and daughter Lilith a grave lecture on sisterly
companionship, advised her to study Igraine's gentle manners, and to
profit by her aristocratic and educated influence. Luckily Lilith was a
quiet girl, not given to jealousy or much self-trust, and Igraine found
as warm a welcome as her unhappy heart could wish.
No few days had passed since that dawn on the hill above Winchester
when Igraine had started up from under the green boughs to find
Pelleas gone. They had been days of keen trouble to the girl. Often
and often had she hated herself for her vain delay, her over-tender
procrastination, that had brought misery in place of joy. The past
was now a wounded dream to her, ripe and beautiful, yet fruited with
such mute pain as only a woman's heart can feel. Igraine had conjured
up love like some Eastern house of magic, only to see its domes faint
goldly into a gloom of night. She felt as much for Pelleas as for
herself, and there was a blight upon her that seemed as though it could
never pass. She was not a woman given to tears. Her trouble seemed to
live in her eyes with pride, and to stiffen her stately throat into a
pillar of rebellious strength.
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