Part 32 (1/2)
”O cursed beauty,” she cried, ”wherein I took vain pride for my sweet lord's sake--truly art thou my ruin and snare!” And while she thus made moan, the princess came softly into her chamber.
”He will not leave me, madame,” she sobbed. Joceliande came over to her and gently laid her hand upon her head and whispered in her ear, ”Not while you live!”
For awhile Solita sat silent.
”Ay, madame,” she said at length, ”even as I came alone to these coasts, so will I go from them;” and slowly she drew from its sheath a little knife which she carried at her girdle. She tried the point upon her finger, so that the blood sprang from the p.r.i.c.k and dropped on her white gown. At the sight she gave a cry and dropped the knife, and ”I cannot do it” she said, ”I have not the courage. But you, madame! Ever have you been kind to me, and therefore show me this last kindness.”
”I will well,” said the princess; and she made Solita to sit upon a couch, and with two bands of her golden hair she tied her hands fast behind her, and so laid her upon her back on the couch. And when she had so laid her she said:
”But for all that you die, he shall not go to Broye, but here shall he bide, and share my throne with me.”
Thereupon did Solita perceive all the treachery of Princess Joceliande, and vainly she struggled to free her hands and to cry out for help. But Joceliande clapped her palm upon Solita's mouth, and drawing a gold pin from her own hair, she drove it straight into her heart, until nothing but the little k.n.o.b could be seen. So Solita died, and quickly the princess wiped the blood from her breast, and unbound her hands and arranged her limbs as though she slept. Then she returned to the hall, and, summoning the warden, bade him loose the Sieur Rudel.
”It shall be even as you wish,” she said to him. Wise and prudent had she been, had she ended with that; but her malice was not yet sated, and so she suffered it to lead her to her ruin. For she stretched out her hand to him and said, ”I myself will take you to your wife.” And greatly marvelling, the Sieur Rudel took her hand and followed.
Now when they were come to Solita's chamber, the princess entered first, and turned her again to my Lord Rudel and laid her finger to her lips, saying, ”Hus.h.!.+” Therefore he came in after her on tiptoe and stood a little way from the foot of the couch, fearing lest he might wake his wife.
”Is she not still?” asked Joceliande in a whisper. ”Is she not still and white?”
”Still and white as a folded lily,” he replied, ”and like a folded lily, too, in her white flesh there sleeps a heart of gold.” Therewith he crept softly to the couch and bent above her, and in an instant he perceived that her bosom did not rise and fall. He gazed swiftly at the princess; she was watching him, and their glances met. He dropped upon his knees by the couch and felt about Solita's heart that he might know whether it beat or not, and his fingers touched the k.n.o.b of Joceliande's bodkin. Gently he drew the gown from Solita's bosom, and beheld how that she had been slain. Then did he weep, believing that in truth she had killed herself, but the princess must needs touch him upon the shoulder.
”My lord,” she said, ”why weep for the handmaid when the princess lives?”
Then the Sieur Rudel rose straightway to his feet and said:
”This is thy doing!” For a little Joceliande denied it, saying that of her own will and desire Solita had perished. But Rudel looked her ever sternly in the face, and again he said, ”This is thy doing!” and at that Joceliande could gainsay him no more. But she dropped upon the floor, and kissed his feet, and cried:
”It was for love of thee, Rudel. Look, my kingdom is large and of much wealth, yet of no worth is it to me, but only if it bring thee service and great honour. A princess am I, yet no joy do I have of my degree, but only if thou share my siege with me.”
Then Rudel broke out upon her, thrusting her from him with his hand and spurning her with his foot as she crouched upon the floor.
”No princess art thou, but a changeling. For surely princess never did such foul wrong and crime;” and even as he spake, many of the n.o.bles burst into the chamber, for they had heard the outcry below and marvelled what it might mean. And when Rudel beheld them crowding the doorway, ”Come in, my lords,” said he, ”so that ye may know what manner of woman ye serve and wors.h.i.+p. There lies my dear wife, Solita, murdered by this vile princess, and for love of me she saith, for love of me!” And again he turned him to Joceliande. ”Now all the reverence I held thee in is turned to hatred, G.o.d be thanked; such is the guerdon of thy love for me.”
Joceliande, when she heard his injuries, knew indeed that her love was unavailing, and that by no means might she win him to share her siege with her. Therefore her love changed to a bitter fury, and standing up forthwith she bade the n.o.bles take their swords and smite off the Sieur Rudel's head. But no one so much as moved a hand towards his hilt. Then spake Rudel again:
”O vile and treacherous,” he cried, ”who will obey thee?” and his eyes fell upon Solita where she lay in her white beauty upon the golden pillow of her hair. Thereupon he dropped again upon his knees by the couch, and took her within his arms, kissing her lips and her eyes, and bidding her wake; this with many tears. But seeing she would not, but was dead in very truth, he got him to his feet and turned to where the princess stood like stone in the middle of the chamber. ”Now for thy sin,” he cried, ”a shameful death shalt thou die and a painful, and may the devil have thy soul!”
He bade the n.o.bles depart from the chamber, and following them the last, firmly barred the door upon the outside. Thus was the Princess Joceliande left alone with dead Solita, and ever she heard the closing and barring of doors and the sound of feet growing fainter and fainter. But no one came to her, loud though she cried, and sorely was she afeard, gazing now at the dead body, now wondering what manner of death the Sieur Rudel planned for her. Then she walked to the window if by any chance she might win help that way, and saw the s.h.i.+ps riding at their anchorage with sails loose, and heard the songs of the sailors as they made ready to cast free; and between the coast and the castle were many men hurrying backwards and forwards with all the purveyance of a voyage. Then did she think that she was to be left alone in the tower, to starve to death in company of the girl she had murdered, and great moan she made; but other device was in the mind of my ingenious master Lord Rudel. For all about the castle he piled stacks of wood and drenched them with oil, bethinking him that Solita his wife, if little joy she had had of her life, should have undeniable honour in her obsequies. And so having set fire to the stacks, he got him into the s.h.i.+ps with all the company that had dwelled within the castle, and drew out a little way from sh.o.r.e. Then the s.h.i.+ps lay to and watched the flames mounting the castle walls. The tower wherein the Princess Joceliande was prisoned was the topmost turret of the building, so that many a roof crashed in, and many a rampart bowed out and crumbled to the ground, or ever the fire touched it. But just as night was drawing on, lo! a great tongue of flame burst through the window from within, and the Sieur Rudel beheld in the midst of it as it were the figure of a woman dancing.
Thereupon he signed to his sailors to hoist the sail again, and the other s.h.i.+ps obeying his example, he led the way gallantly to Broye.
A LIBERAL EDUCATION.
”So you couldn't wait!”
Mrs. Branscome turned full on the speaker as she answered deliberately: ”You have evidently not been long in London, Mr. Hilton, or you would not ask that question.”
”I arrived yesterday evening.”