Volume Ii Part 24 (1/2)
”Well!” asked Aspa, looking at her with open eyes, ”what did he say?”
But Mataswintha drew Aspa's small head down upon her bosom.
”He said,” she whispered--”he said, 'She will become the most beautiful woman on earth.'”
”He said truly,” cried the little slave; ”why shouldst thou become red?
It is so. But go on. What didst thou do next?”
”I crept up to my bed and wept; wept tears of sorrow, delight, and love, all at once. That night a whole world, a heaven, was opened to me. He liked me, I felt it; and he called me beautiful. Yes, now I knew it. I was beautiful, and I was glad; for I wished to be so for _his_ sake. Oh, how happy was I! Meeting with him had brought light into my darkness, and a blessing to my life. I knew now that I might be liked and loved. I took care of my person, which _he_ had praised. The sweet power in my heart spread a mild warmth over my whole being; I became softer and more earnest. Even my mother's severity relaxed when I met her harshness with gentleness; and daily all hearts were turned to me more kindly, as I became more tender. And for all this I had to thank him. He had saved me from rus.h.i.+ng into shame and misery, and had won for me a whole world of love. Since then I have lived, and live, only for him.”
And she ceased, and laid her hand upon her beating heart.
”But, mistress, when did you see or speak to him again? Does your love live on such scanty nourishment?”
”I have never spoken to him again, and have only seen him once. On the day of Theodoric's death, he commanded the guards of the palace, and Athalaric told me his name; for I had never dared to inquire about him, lest my flight, and ah! my secret, should be discovered. He was not at court; and if he sometimes came there, I was away.”
”So thou knowest nothing further of him? of his life; of his past?”
”How could I inquire! My blushes would have betrayed me. Love is the child of silence and of longing. But I know all about his--about _our_ future.”
”About his future?” laughed Aspa.
”Yes. At every solstice there used to come to the court an old woman named Radrun, and she received from King Theodoric strange herbs and roots, which he sent for from Asia and the Nile purposely for her. She had asked for this as the sole reward for having foretold his fortune when a boy, and everything had been fulfilled. She brewed potions and mixed salves; they called her in public 'the woman of the woods,' but in private, 'the Wala, the witch.' And we at court knew--all except the priests, who would have forbidden it--that every summer solstice, when she came, the King let her prophesy to him the events of the coming year. And when she left him, I knew that my mother, Theodahad, and Gothelindis, called her and questioned her, and what she foretold always came to pa.s.s. So the next solstice I took heart, watched for the old woman, and when I found her alone, enticed her into my room, and offered her gold and s.h.i.+ning stones if she would tell me my fortune.
But she laughed, and drew forth a little flask made of amber. 'Not for gold, but for blood!' she said, 'the pure blood of a king's child.' And she opened a vein in my left arm, and received the blood into her amber flask. Then she looked at both my hands, and said, 'He whom thou holdest in thy heart will give thee glory and good fortune, will bring thee paralysing pain, will be thy consort, but not thy husband!' And with this she went away.”
”That is of little comfort as far as I can make it out.”
”Thou dost not understand the old wife's sayings; they are all so dark.
She adds a threat to every promise, so as to be safe in all cases. But I hold fast to the bright and not to the dark side. I know that he will be mine, and give me glory and good fortune; I will bear the accompanying pain. Pain for his sake is delight.”
”I admire thee and thy faith, mistress. And for the saying of the witch thou hast refused all the kings and princes. Vandals and Ostrogoths, from Gaul and Burgondia, who have ever wooed thee? Even Germa.n.u.s, the imperial prince of Byzantium? And you wait for him?”
”And I wait for him! But not only because of this saying. In my heart lives a little bird, which sings to me every day, 'He will be thine, he must be thine.' I know it for a certainty,” she concluded, raising her eyes to the sky, and relapsing into her former reverie.
Steps were heard approaching from the villa.
”Ah!” cried Aspa, ”thy dainty suitor! Poor Arahad! his trouble is in vain.”
”I will make an end to it,” said Mataswintha, rising, and on her brow and in her young eyes there now lay an angry severity, which told of the Amelung blood in her veins. There was a strange mixture of burning pa.s.sion and melting tenderness in the girl. Aspa had often been astonished by the repressed fire which her mistress sometimes betrayed.
”Thou art like the divine mountains of my home,” she said, ”snow on the summit, roses round the middle, but consuming fire in the interior, which often streams over snow and roses.”
Meanwhile Earl Arahad turned out of the shady path, and approached the lovely girl with a blush which became him well.
”I come, Queen----” he began.
But she harshly interrupted him.