Clementina

"Mr. Wogan," she said, stubbornly working herself into a heat to make

more sure of her resolution, "my daughter cannot go to-night. To-morrow,

if the sky clears, yes, but to-night, no. You do not know, sir, being a

man. But my daughter has fasted through this Lent, and that leaves a

woman weak. I do forbid her going, as her father would. The very dogs

running the streets for food keep kennel on such a night. She must not

go."

Wogan did not give way, though he felt a qualm of despair, knowing all

the stubbornness of which the weak are capable, knowing how impervious

to facts or arguments.

"Your Highness," he said quickly, "we are not birds of passage to rule

our flight by seasons. We must take the moment when it comes, and it

comes now. To-night your daughter can escape; for here's a night made

for an escape."

"And for my part," cried Clementina, "I would the snow fell faster." She

crossed to the open window and held out her hands to catch the flakes.

"Would they did not melt! I believe Heaven sends the snow to shelter me.

It's the white canopy spread above my head, that I may go in state to

meet my King." She stood eager and exultant, her eyes shining, her cheek

on fire, her voice thrilling with pride. She seemed not to feel the

cold. She welcomed the hardships of wind and falling snow as her

opportunity. She desired not only for escape, but also to endure.

Wogan looked her over from head to foot, filled with pride and

admiration. He had made no mistake; he had plucked this rose of the

world to give to his King. His eyes said it; and the girl, reading them,

drew a breath and rippled out a laugh of gladness that his trusted

servant was so well content with her. But the Princess-mother stood

unmoved.

"My daughter cannot go to-night," she repeated resentfully. "I do forbid

it."

Wogan had his one argument. This one argument was his last resource. He

had chosen it carefully with an eye to the woman whom it was to

persuade. It was not couched as an inducement; it did not claim the

discharge of an obligation; it was not a reply to any definite

objection. Such arguments would only have confirmed her in her

stubbornness. He made accordingly an appeal to sentiment.

"Your Highness's daughter," said he, "spoke a minute since of the

hazards my friends and I have run to compass her escape. As regards four

of us, the words reached beyond our deserts. For we are men. Such

hazards are our portion; they are seldom lightened by so high an aim.

But the fifth! The words, however kind, were still below that fifth

one's merits; for the fifth is a woman."