By the day and night her sorrows fall

Where miscreant hands and rude

Have stained her pure, ethereal pall

With many a martyr's blood.

And yearns not her maternal heart

To hear their secret sighs,

Upon whose doubting way apart

Bewildering shadows rise?--KEBLE

It was in the summer twilight that Eustacie, sitting on the

doorstep between the two rooms, with her baby on her knees, was

dreamily humming to her a tune, without even words, but one that

she loved, because she had first learnt to sing it with Berenger

and his friend Sidney to the lute of the latter; and its notes

always brought before her eyes the woods of Montpipeau.

Then it was that, low and soft as was the voice, that befell which Noemi

had feared: a worn, ragged-looking young man, who had been

bargaining at the door for a morsel of bread in exchange for a

handkerchief, started at the sound, and moved so as to like into

the house.

Noemi was at the moment not attending, being absorbed in the study

of the handkerchief, which was of such fine, delicate texture that

an idea of its having been stolen possessed her; and she sought the

corner where, as she expected, a coat-of-arms was embroidered.

Just as she was looking up to demand explanation, the stranger,

with a sudden cry of 'Good heavens, it is she!' pushed past her

into the house, and falling on his knee before Eustacie, exclaimed,

'O Lady, Lady, is it thus that I see you?'

Eustacie had started up in dismay, crying out, 'Ah! M. l'Abbe, as

you are a gentleman, betray me not. Oh! have they sent you to find

me? Have pity on us! You loved my husband!'

'You have nothing to fear from me, Lady,' said the young man, still

kneeling; 'if you are indeed a distressed fugitive--so am I. If

you have shelter and friends--I have none.'

'Is it indeed so?' said Eustacie, wistfully, yet scarce reassured.

'You are truly not come from my uncle. Indeed, Monsieur, I would

not doubt you, but you see I have so much at stake. I have my

little one here, and they mean so cruelly by her.'

'Madame, I swear by the honour of a nobleman--nay, by all that is

sacred--that I know nothing of your uncle. I have been a wanderer

for many weeks past; proscribed and hunted down because I wished to

seek into the truth.'

'Ah!' said Eustacie, with a sound of relief, and of apology,

'pardon me, sir; indeed, I know you were good. You loved my

husband;' and she reached out her hand to raise him, when he kissed

it reverently. Little bourgeoise and worn mendicant as they were

in dress, the air of the Louvre breathed round them; and there was

all its grace and dignity as the lady turned round to her

astonished hosts, saying, 'Good sir, kind mother, this gentleman

is, indeed, what you took me for, a fugitive for the truth. Permit

me to present to you, Monsieur l'Abbe de Mericour--at least, so he

was, when last I had the honour to see him.'

The last time HE had seen her, poor Eustacie had been incapable of

seeing anything save that bloody pool at the foot of the stairs.

Mericour now turned and explained. 'Good friends,' he said

courteously, but with the fierete of the noble not quite out of

his tone, 'I beg your grace. I would not have used so little

ceremony, if I had not been out of myself at recognizing a voice

and a tune that could belong to none but Madame---'

'Sit down, sir,' said Noemi, a little coldly and stiffly--for

Mericour was a terrible name to Huguenots ears; 'a true friend to

this lady must needs be welcome, above all if he comes in Heaven's

name.'

'Sit down and eat, sir,' added Gardon, much more heartily; 'and

forgive us for not having been more hospitable--but the times have

taught us to be cautious, and in that lady we have a precious

charge. Rest; for you look both weary and hungry.'

Eustacie added an invitation, understanding that he would not sit

without her permission, and then, as he dropped into a chair, she

exclaimed, 'Ah! sir, you are faint, but you are famished.'

'It will pass,' he said; 'I have not eaten to-day.'

Instantly a meal was set before him, and ere long he revived; and

as the shutters were closed, and shelter for the night promised to

him by a Huguenot family lodging in the same house, he began to

answer Eustacie's anxious questions, as well as to learn from her

in return what had brought her into her present situation.

Then it was that she recollected that it had been he who, at her

cousin Diane's call, had seized her when she was rushing out of the

palace in her first frenzy of grief, and had carried her back to

the women's apartments.

'It was that day which brought me here,' he said.

And he told how, bred up in his own distant province, by a pious

and excellent tutor, he had devoutly believed in the extreme

wickedness of the Reformers; but in his seclusion he had been

trained to such purity of faith and morals, that, when his brother

summoned him to court to solicit a benefice, he had been appalled

at the aspect of vice, and had, at the same time, been struck by

the pure lives of the Huguenots; for truly, as things then were at

the French court, crime seemed to have arrayed itself on the side

of the orthodox party, all virtue on that of the schismatics.

De Mericour consulted spiritual advisers, who told him that none

but Catholics could be truly holy, and that what he admired were

merely heathen virtues that the devil permitted the Huguenots to

display in order to delude the unwary. With this explanation he

had striven to be satisfied, though eyes unblended by guilt and a

pure heart continued to be revolted at the practices which his

Church, scared at the evil times, and forgetful of her own true

strength, left undenounced in her partisans. And the more that the

Huguenot gentlemen thronged the court, and the young Abbe was

thrown into intercourse with them, and the more he perplexed

himself how the truth, the faith, the uprightness, the forbearance,

the purity that they evinced could indeed be wanting in the zeal

that made them acceptable. Then came the frightful morning when

carnage reigned in every street, and the men who had been treated

as favourite boon companions were hunted down like wild beasts in

every street. He had endeavoured to save life, but would have

speedily been slaughtered himself except for his soutane; and in

all good faith he had hurried to the Louvre, to inform royalty of

the horrors that, as he thought, a fanatic passion was causing the

populace to commit.

He found the palace become shambles--the King himself, wrought up

to frenzy, firing on the fugitives. And the next day, while his

brain still seemed frozen with horror, he was called on to join in

the procession of thanksgiving for the King's deliverance from a

dangerous plot. Surely, if the plot were genuine, he thought, the

procession should have savoured of penance and humiliation rather

than of barbarous exultation! Yet these might be only the

individual crimes of the Queen-mother, and of the Guises seeking to

mask themselves under the semblance of zeal; and the infallible

head of the visible Church would disown the slaughter, and cast it

from the Church with loathing as a blood-stained garment. Behold,

Rome was full of rejoicing, and sent sanction and commendation of

the pious zeal of the King! Had the voice of Holy Church become

indeed as the voice of the bloodhound? Was this indeed her call?

The young man, whose life from infancy had been marked out for the

service of the Church--so destined by his parents as securing a

wealthy provision for a younger son, but educated by his good tutor

with more real sense of his obligations--felt the question in its

full import. He was under no vows; he had, indeed, received the

tonsure, but was otherwise unpledged, and he was bent on proving

all things. The gaieties in which he had at first mingled had

become abhorrent to him, and he studied with the earnestness of a

newly-awakened mind in search of true light. The very face of

study and inquiry, in one of such a family as that of his brother

the Duke de Mericour, was enough to excite suspicion of Huguenot

inclinations. The elder brother tried to quash the folly of the

younger, by insisting on his sharing the debaucheries which,

whether as priest or monk, or simply as Christian man, it would be

his duty to abjure; and at length, by way of bringing things to a

test, insisted on his making one of a party who were about to break

up and destroy a Huguenot assembly. Unable, in his present mood,

to endure the thought of further cruelty, the young Abbe fled, gave

secret warning to the endangered congregation, and hastened to the

old castle in Brittany, where he had been brought up, to pour out

his perplexities, and seek the counsel of the good old chaplain who

had educated him. Whether the kind, learned, simple-hearted tutor

could have settled his mind, he had no time to discover, for he had

scarcely unfolded his troubles before warnings came down that he

had better secure himself--his brother, as head of the family, had

obtained the royal assent to the imprisonment of the rebellious

junior, so as to bring him to a better mind, and cure him of the

Huguenot inclinations, which in the poor lad were simply

undeveloped. But in all the Catholic eyes he was a tainted man,

and his almost inevitable course was to take refuge with some

Huguenot relations. There he was eagerly welcome; instruction was

poured in on him; but as he showed a disposition to inquire and

examine, and needed time to look into what they taught him, as one

who feared to break his link with the Church, and still longed to

find her blameless and glorious, the righteous nation that keepeth

the truth, they turned on him and regarded him as a traitor and a

spy, who had come among them on false pretences.

All the poor lad wanted was time to think, time to examine, time to

consult authorities, living and dead. The Catholics called this

treason to the Church, the Huguenots called it halting between two

opinions; and between them he was a proscribed, distrusted

vagabond, branded on one side as a recreant, and on the other as a

traitor. He had asked for a few months of quiet, and where could

they be had? His grand-mother had been the daughter of a Scottish

nobleman in the French service, and he had once seen a nephew of

hers who had come to Paris during the time of Queen Mary's

residence there. He imagined that if he were once out of this

distracted land of France, he might find respite for study, for

which he longed; and utterly ignorant of the real state of

Scotland, he had determined to make his way to his kindred there;

and he had struggled on the way to La Rochelle, cheated out of the

small remains of his money, selling his last jewels and all the

clothing that was not indispensable, and becoming so utterly unable

to pay his passage to England, that he could only trust to

Providence to find him some means of reaching his present goal.

He had been listened to with kindness, and a sympathy such as M.

Gardon's large mind enable him to bestow, where his brethren had

been incapable of comprehending that a man could sincerely doubt

between them and Rome. When the history was finished, Eustacie

exclaimed, turning to Maitre Gardon, 'Ah! sir, is not this just

what we sought? If this gentleman would but convey a letter to my

mother-in-law---'

M. Gardon smiled. 'Scotland and England are by no means the same

place, Lady,' he said.

'Whatever this lady would command, wherever she would send me, I am

at her service,' cried the Abbe, fervently.

And, after a little further debate, it was decided that it might

really be the best course, for him as for Madame de Ribaumont, to

become the bearer of a letter and token from her, entreating her

mother-in-law to notify her pleasure whether she should bring her

child to England. She had means enough to advance a sufficient sum

to pay Mericour's passage, and he accepted it most punctiliously as

a loan, intending, so soon as her despatches were ready, to go on

to La Rochelle, and make inquiry for a ship.

Chance, however, seemed unusually propitious, for the next day

there was an apparition in the streets of La Sablerie of four or

five weather-beaten, rollicking-looking men, their dress profusely

adorned with ribbons, and their language full of strange oaths.

They were well known at La Sablerie as sailors belonging to a ship

of the fleet of the Count de Montgomery, the unfortunate knight

whose lance had caused the death of King Henry II., and who,

proscribed by the mortal hatred of Catherine de Medicis, had become

the admiral of a piratical fleet in the Calvinist interest, so far

winked at the Queen Elizabeth that it had its head-quarters in the

Channel Islands, and thence was a most formidable foe to merchant

vessels on the northern and eastern coasts of France; and often

indulged in descents on the coast, when the sailors--being in

general the scum of the nation--were apt to comport themselves more

like American buccaneers than like champions of any form of

religion.

La Sablerie was a Huguenot town, so they used no violence, but only

swaggered about, demanding from Bailli La Grasse, in the name of

their gallant Captain Latouche, contributions and provisions, and

giving him to understand that if he did not comply to the uttermost

it should be the worse for him. Their ship, it appeared, had been

forced to put into the harbour, about two miles off, and Maitre

Gardon and the young Abbe decided on walking thither to see it, and

to have an interview with the captain, so as to secure a passage

for Mericour at least. Indeed Maitre Gardon had, in consultation

with Eustacie, resolved, if he found things suitable, to arrange

for their all going together. She would be far safer out of

France; and, although the Abbe alone could not have escorted her,

yet Maitre Gardon would gladly have secured for her the additional

protection of a young, strong, and spirited man; and Eustacie, who

was no scribe, was absolutely relieved to have the voyage set

before her as an alternative to the dreadful operation of composing

a letter to the belle-mere, whom she had not seen since she had

been seven years old, and of whose present English name she had the

most indistinct ideas.

However, the first sight of the ship overthrew all such ideas. It

was a wretched single-decked vessel, carrying far more sail than

experienced nautical eyes would have deemed safe, and with no

accommodation fit for a woman and child, even had the aspect of

captain or crew been more satisfactory--for the ruffianly

appearance and language of the former fully rivaled that of his

sailors. It would have been mere madness to think of trusting the

lady in such hands; and, without a word to each other, Gardon and

Mericour resolved to give no hint even that she and her jewels were

in La Sablerie. Mericour, however, made his bargain with the

captain, who understood to transport him as far as Guernsey, whence

he might easily make his way to Dorsetshire, where M. Gardon knew

that Berenger's English home had been.

So Eustacie, with no small trouble and consideration, indited her

letter--telling of her escape, the birth of her daughter, the

dangers that threatened her child--and begging that its grand-

mother would give it a safe home in England, and love it for the

sake of its father. An answer would find her at the Widow Noemi

Laurent's, Rue des Trois Fees, La Sablerie. She could not bring

herself to speak of the name of Eserance Gardon which had been

saddled upon her; and even M. de Mericour remained in ignorance of

her bearing this disguise. She recommended him to the kindness of

her mother-in-law; and M. Gardon added another letter to the lady,

on behalf of the charge to whom he promised to devote himself until

he should see them safe in friendly hands. Both letters were

addressed, as best they might be, between Eustacie's dim

comprehension of the word Thistlewood, and M. Gardon's notion of

spelling. 'Jadis, Baronne de Ribaumont' was the securest part of

the direction.

And for a token, Eustacie looked over her jewels to find one that

would serve for a token; but the only ones she knew would be

recognized, were the brooch that had fastened the plume in

Berenger's bloody cap, and the chaplet of pearls. To part with the

first, or to risk the second in the pirate-ship, was impossible,

but Eustacie at last decided upon detaching the pear-shaped pearl

which was nearest the clasp, and which was so remarkable in form

and tint that there was no doubt of its being well known.




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