the caged lion-第21节

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James　in　sooth　viewed　this　warning　as　another　touch　of　Lancastrian　superstition；　and　only　considered　how　to　broach　the　question。　Malcolm；　meantime；　was　balancing　between　the　now　approaching　decision　between　Oxford　and　France。　　He　certainly　felt　something　of　his　old　horror　of　warlike　scenes；　but　even　this　was　lessening；　he　was　aware　that　battles　were　not　every…day　occurrences；　and　that　often　there　was　no　danger　at　all。　　He　would　not　willingly　be　separated　from　his　king；　and　if　the　female　part　of　the　Court　were　to　accompany　the　campaign；　it　would　be　losing　sight　of　all　he　cared　for；　if　he　were　left　among　a　set　of　stranger　shavelings　at　Oxford。　　Yet　he　was　reluctant　to　break　with　the　old　habits　that　had　hitherto　been　part　of　his　nature；　he　felt；　after　every　word　of　Esclairmondenay；　after　every　glance　towards　heras　though　it　were　a　blessed　thing　to　have；　like　her；　chosen　the　better　part；　he　knew　she　would　approve　his　resort　to　the　home　of　piety　and　learning；　he　was　aware　that　when　with　Ralf　Percy　and　the　other　youths　of　the　Court　he　was　ashamed　of　his　own　scrupulousness；　and　tempted　to　neglect　observances　that　they　might　call　monkish　and　unmanly；　and　he　was　not　at　all　sure　that　in　face　of　the　enemy　a　panic　might　not　seize　him　and　disgrace　him　for　ever！　　In　effect　he　did　not　know　what　he　wished；　even　when　he　found　that　the　Queen　had　decided　against　going　across　the　sea；　and　that　therefore　all　the　ladies　would　remain　with　her　at　Shene　or　Windsor。

He　should　probably　never　again　see　Esclairmonde；　the　guiding　star　of　his　recent　life；　the　embodiment　of　all　that　he　had　imagined　when　conning　the　quaint　old　English　poems　that　told　the　Legend　of　Seynct　Katharine；　and　as　he　leant　musingly　against　a　lattice；　feeling　as　if　the　brightness　of　his　life　was　going　out；　King　James　merrily　addressed　him：…

'Eh！　the　fit　is　on　you　too；　boy！'

'What　fit；　Sir？'　　Malcolm　opened　his　eyes。

'The　pleasing　madness。'

Malcolm　uttered　a　cry　like　horror；　and　reddened　crimson。　　'Sir！　　Sir！　Sir！'　he　stammered。

'A　well…known　token　of　the　disease　is　raving。'

'Sir；　Sir！　　I　implore　you　to　speak　of　nothing　so　profane。'

'I　am　not　given　to　profanity；'　said　James；　endeavouring　to　look　severe；　but　with　laughter　in　his　voice。　　'Methought　you　were　not　yet　so　sacred　a　personage。'

'Myself！　　No；　but　that　II　should　dare　to　have　such　thoughts　ofoh；　Sir！'　and　Malcolm　covered　his　face　with　his　hands。　　'Oh；　that　you　should　have　so　mistaken　me！'

'I　have　NOT　mistaken　you；'　said　James；　fixing　his　keen　eyes　on　him。

'Oh；　Sir！'　cried　Malcolm；　like　one　freshly　stung；　'you　have！　　Never；　never　dreamt　I　of　aught　but　worshipping　as　a　living　saint；　as　I　would　entreat　St。　Margaret　or'

There　was　still　the　King's　steady　look　and　the　suppressed　smile。　Malcolm　broke　off；　and　with　a　sudden　agony　wrung　his　hands　together。　The　King　still　smiled。　　'Ay；　Malcolm；　it　will　not　do；　you　are　man；　not　monk。'

'But　why　be　so　cruel　as　to　make　me　vile　in　my　own　eyes？'　almost　sobbed　Malcolm。

'Because；'　said　the　King；　'she　is　not　a　saint　in　heaven；　nor　a　nun　in　a　convent；　but　a　free　woman；　to　be　won　by　the　youth　she　has　marked　out。'

'Marked！　　Oh；　Sir；　she　only　condescended　because　she　knew　my　destination。'

'That　is　well；'　said　King　James。　　'Thus　sparks　kindle　at　unawares。'

Malcolm's　groan　and　murmur　of　'Never！'　made　James　almost　laugh　at　the　evidence　that　on　one　side　at　least　the　touch…wood　was　ready。

'Oh；　Sir；'　he　sighed；　'why　put　the　thought　before　me；　to　make　me　wretched！　　Even　were　she　for　the　world；　she　would　never　be　for　me。　Idoitedhirpling'

'Peace；　silly　lad；　all　that　is　past　and　gone。　　You　are　quite　another　now；　and　a　year　or　two　of　Harry's　school　of　chivalry　will　send　you　home　a　gallant　knight　and　minstrel；　such　as　no　maiden　will　despise。'

The　King　went；　and　Malcolm　fell　into　a　silent　state　of　musing。　　He　was　entirely　overpowered；　both　by　the　consciousness　awakened　within　himself；　by　the　doubt　whether　it　were　not　a　great　sin；　and　by　the　strangeness　that　the　King；　hitherto　his　oracle；　should　infuse　such　a　hope。　　What　King　James　deemed　possible　could　never　be　so　incredible；　or　even　sacrilegious；　as　he　deemed　it。　　Restless；　ashamed；　rent　by　a　thousand　conflicting　feelings；　Malcolm　roamed　up　and　down　his　chamber；　writhed；　tried　to　sit　and　think；　then；　finding　his　thoughts　in　a　whirl；　renewed　his　frantic　pacings。　　And　when　dire　necessity　brought　him　again　into　the　ladies'　chamber；　he　was　silent；　blushing；　ungainly；　abstracted；　and　retreated　into　the　farthest　possible　corner　from　the　unconscious　Esclairmonde。

Then；　when　again　alone　with　the　King；　he　began　with　the　assertion；　'It　is　utterly　impossible；　Sir；'　and　James　smiled　to　see　his　poison　working。　　Not　that　he　viewed　it　as　poison。　　Monasticism　was　at　a　discount；　and　the　ranks　of　the　religious　orders　were　chiefly　filled；　the　old　Benedictine　and　Augustinian　foundations　by　gentlemen　of　good　family　who　wanted　the　easy　life　of　a　sort　of　bachelor　squire；　and　the　friaries　were　recruited　by　the　sort　of　men　who　would　in　modern　times　be　dissenting　teachers　of　the　lower　stamp。　　James　was　persuaded　that　Malcolm　was　fit　for　better　things　than　were　usually　to　be　seen　in　a　convent；　and　that　it　was　a　real　kindness　not　to　let　him　merely　retire　thither　out　of　faintness　of　heart；　mistaken　for　devotion；　and　he　also　felt　as　if　he　should　be　doing　good　service；　not　only　to　Malcolm；　but　to　Scotland；　if　he　could　obtain　for　him　a　wife　of　the　grand　character　of　Esclairmonde　de　Luxemburg。

He　even　risked　the　mention　of　the　project　to　the　Countess　of　Hainault；　without　whose　consent　nothing　could　be　effected。　　Jaqueline　laughed　long　and　loud　at　the　notion　of　her　stately　Esclairmonde　being　the　lady…love　of　King　James's　little　white…visaged　cousin；　but　if　he　could　bring　it　about　she　had　no　objection；　she　should　be　very　glad　that　the　demoiselle　should　come　down　from　the　height　and　be　like　other　people；　but　she　would　wager　the　King　of　Scots　her　emerald　carcanet　against　his　heron's　plume；　that　Esclairmonde　would　never　marry　unless　her　hands　were　held　for　her。　　Was　she　not　at　that　very　moment　visiting　some　foundation　of　bedeswomenthat　was　all　she　heard　of　at　yonder　feast　of　cats！

In　fact；　under　Dr。　Bennet's　escort；　Esclairmonde　and　Alice　were　in　a　barge　dropping　down　the　Thames　to　the　neighbourhood　of　the　frowning　fortress　of　the　Toweras　yet　unstained；　and　at　the　steps　leading　to　the　Hospitium　of　St。　Katharine　the　ladies　were　met；　not　only　by　their　friend　Mrs。　Bolt；　but　by　Sir　Richard　Whittington；　his　kindly　dame；　and　by　'Master　William　Kedbesby；'　a　grave　and　gentle…looking　old　man；　who　had　been　Master　of　St。　Katharine's　ever　since　the　first　year　of　King　Richard　II。；　and　delighted　to　tell　of　the　visits　'Good　Queen　Anne'　of　Bohemia　had　made　to　her　hospital；　and　the　kind　words　she　had　said　to　the　old　alms…folk　and　the　children　of　the　schools；　and　when　he　heard　that　the　Lady　Esclairmonde　was　of　the　same　princely　house　of　Luxemburg；　he　seemed　to　think　no　honour　sufficient　for　her。　　They　visited　the　two　houses；　one　for　old　men；　the　other　for　old　women；　each　with　a　common　apartment；　with　a　fire；　and　a　dining…table　in　the　midst；　and　sleeping　cells　screened　off　round　it；　and　with　a　paved　terrace　walk　overhanging　the　river；　where　the　old　people　could　sit　and　sun　themselves；　and　be　amused　by　the　gay　barges　and　the　swans　that　expatiated　there。　　The　bedeswomen；　ten　in　number；　had　a　house　arranged　like　an　ordinary　nunnery；　except　that　they　were　not　in　seclusion；　had　no　grating；　and　shared　the　quadrangle　with　the　alms…　folk　and　children。　　They　were　gentle　and　well…nurtured　women；　chiefly　belonging　to　the　city　and　country　families　that　furnished　servants　to　the　queens；　and　they　applied　themselves　to　various　offices　of　charity；　going　forth　into　the　city　to　tend　the　poor；　and　to　teach　the　women　and　children。　　The　appointments　of　alms…folk　and　admissions　to　the　school　were　chiefly　made　at　their　recommendation；　and　though　a　master　taught　all　the　book…learning　in　the　busy　hive　of　scholars　eighty　in　numberone　or　more　of　them　instructed　the　little　girls　in　spinning　and　in　stitchery；　to　say　nothing　of　gentle　and　modest　demeanour。　　There　was　a　great　look　of　happiness　and　good　order　about　all；　and　the　church；　fair　and　graceful；　seemed　well　to　complete　and　rule　the　institution。　　Esclairmonde　could　but　sigh　with　a　sort　of　regret　as　she　left　it；　and　let　herself　be　conducted　by　Sir　Richard　Whittington　to　a　refection　at　his　beautiful　house　in　Crutched　Friars；　built　round　a　square；　combining　warehouse　and　manor…house；　richly…　carved　shields；　with　the　arms　of　the　companies　of　London；　supporting　the　tier　of　first…floor　windows；　and　another　row　of　brackets　above　supporting　another　overhanging　story。　　A　fountain　was　in　the　centre　of　a　beautiful　greensward；　with　beds　of　roses；　pansies；　pinks；　stars　of　Bethlehem；　and　other　good　old　flowers；　among　which　a　monkey　was　chained　to　a　tree；　while　a　cat　roamed　about　at　a　safe　distance　from　him。

Alice　Montagu　raised　a　laugh　by　asking　if　it　were　THE　cat；　to　which　her　city　namesake　replied　that　'her　master'　never　could　abide　to　be　without　a　cat　in　memory　of　his　first　friend；　and　marshalled　them　into　the　beautiful　hall；　with　wainscot　lining　below；　surmounted　by　an　arcade　containing　statues；　and　above　a　beautiful　carved　ceiling。　Here　a　mea