Part 84 (1/2)

”I see there is something in the letter has softened ye towards them.”

”Not a jot, Denys, not a jot. But an I hated them like poison I would not disobey my love. Denys, 'tis so sweet to obey, and sweetest of all to obey one who is far, far away and cannot enforce my duty, but must trust my love for my obedience. Ah, Gerard, my darling, at hand I might have slighted thy commands, misliking thy folk as I have cause to do; but now, didst bid me go into the raging sea and read thy sweet letter to the sharks there I'd go. Therefore, Denys, tell his mother I have got a letter, and if she and hers would hear it, I am their servant, let them say their hour, and I'll seat them as best I can, and welcome them as best I may.”

Denys went off to Catherine with this good news. He found the family at dinner, and told them there was a long letter from Gerard. Then in the midst of the joy this caused, he said, ”And her heart is softened, and she will read it to you herself; you are to choose your own time.”

”What, does she think there are none can read but her?” asked Catherine.

”Let her send the letter and we will read it.”

”Nay, but mother,” objected little Kate; ”mayhap she cannot bear to part it from her hand; she loves him dearly.”

”What, thinks she we shall steal it?”

Cornelis suggested that she would fain wedge herself into the family by means of this letter.

Denys cast a look of scorn on the speaker. ”There spoke a bad heart,”

said he. ”La Camarade hates you all like poison. Oh, mistake me not, dame; I defend her not, but so 'tis; yet maugre her spleen at a word from Gerard she proffers to read you his letter with her own pretty mouth, and hath a voice like honey--sure 'tis a fair proffer.”

”'Tis so, mine honest soldier,” said the father of the family, ”and merits a civil reply, therefore hold your whisht ye that be women, and I shall answer her. Tell her I, his father, setting aside all past grudges, do for this grace thank her, and, would she have double thanks, let her send my son's letter by thy faithful hand, the which will I read to his flesh and blood, and will then to her so surely and faithfully return, as I am Eli a Dierich a William a Luke, free burgher of Tergou, like my forbears, and, like them, a man of my word.”

”Ay, and a man who is better than his word,” cried Catherine; ”the only one I ever did foregather.”

”Hold thy peace, wife.”

”Art a man of sense, Eli, a dirk, a chose, a chose,”[B] shouted Denys.

”The she-comrade will be right glad to obey Gerard and yet not face you all, whom she hates as wormwood, saving your presence. Bless ye, the world hath changed, she is all submission to-day: 'Obedience is honey,'

quoth she; and in sooth 'tis a sweetmeat she cannot but savour, eating so little on't, for what with her fair face, and her mellow tongue; and what wi' flying in fits and terrifying us that be soldiers to death, and we thwart her; and what wi' chiding us one while, and petting us like lambs t'other, she hath made two of the crawlingest slaves ever you saw out of two honest swashbucklers. I be the ironing ruffian, t' other washes.”

”What next?”

”What next? why whenever the brat is in the world I shall rock cradle, and t' other knave will wash tucker and bib. So, then, I'll go fetch the letter on the instant. Ye will let me bide and hear it read, will ye not?”

”Else our hearts were black as coal,” said Catherine.

So Denys went for the letter. He came back crestfallen. ”She will not let it out of her hand neither to me nor you, nor any he or she that lives.”

”I knew she would not,” said Cornelis.

”Whisht! whisht!” said Eli, ”and let Denys tell his story.”

”'Nay,' said I, 'but be ruled by me.' 'Not I,' quoth she. 'Well but,'

quoth I, 'that same honey Obedience ye spake of.' 'You are a fool,' says she; 'obedience to Gerard is sweet, but obedience to any other body, who ever said that was sweet?'”

”At last she seemed to soften a bit, and did give me a written paper for you, mademoiselle. Here 'tis.”

”For me?” said little Kate, colouring.