Part 10 (2/2)
Lempriere turned on his heel and walked quickly away among the trees towards the quarters where Buonespoir was in durance, which was little more severe than to keep him within the palace yard. There he found the fool and the pirate in whimsical converse. The fool had brought a letter of inquiry and warm greeting from Angele to Buonespoir, who was laboriously inditing one in return. When Lempriere entered the pirate greeted him jovially.
”In the very pinch of time!” he said. ”You have grammar and syntax and etiquette.”
”'Tis even so, Nuncio,” said the fool. ”Here is needed prosody potential. Exhale!”
The three put their heads together above the paper.
XI
”I would know your story. How came you and yours to this pa.s.s? Where were you born? Of what degree are you? And this Michel de la Foret, when came he to your feet--or you to his arms? I would know all.
Begin where life began; end where you sit here at the feet of Elizabeth. This other cus.h.i.+on to your knees. There--now speak. We are alone.”
Elizabeth pushed a velvet cus.h.i.+on towards Angele, where she half-knelt, half-sat on the rush-strewn floor of the great chamber.
The warm light of the afternoon sun glowed through the thick-tinted gla.s.s high up, and in the gleam the heavy tapestries sent by an archduke, once suitor for her hand, emerged with dramatic distinctness, and peopled the room with silent watchers of the great Queen and the n.o.bly born but poor and fugitive Huguenot. A splendid piece of sculpture--Eleanor, wife of Edward--given Elizabeth by another royal suitor, who had sought to be her consort through many years, caught the warm bath of gold and crimson from the clerestory and seemed alive and breathing. Against the pedestal the Queen had placed her visitor, the red cus.h.i.+ons making vivid contrast to her white gown and black hair. In the half-kneeling, half-sitting posture, with her hands clasped before her, so to steady herself to composure, Angele looked a suppliant--and a saint. Her pure, straightforward gaze, her smooth, urbane forehead, the guilelessness that spoke in every feature, were not made worldly by the intelligence and humor reposing in the brown depths of her eyes. Not a line vexed her face or forehead. Her countenance was of a singular and almost polished smoothness, and though her gown was severely simple by comparison with silks and velvets, furs and ruffles of a gorgeous court at its most gorgeous period, yet in it here and there were touches of exquisite fineness. The black velvet ribbon slas.h.i.+ng her sleeves, the slight, cloudlike gathering of lace at the back of her head, gave a distinguished softness to her appearance.
She was in curious contrast to the Queen, who sat upon heaped-up cus.h.i.+ons, her rich buff-and-black gown a blaze of jewels, her yellow hair, now streaked with gray, roped with pearls, her hands heavy with rings, her face past its youth, past its hopefulness, however n.o.ble and impressive, past its vivid beauty. Her eyes wore ever a determined look, were persistent and vigilant, with a lurking trouble, yet flooded, too, by a quiet melancholy, like a low, insistent note that floats through an opera of pa.s.sion, romance, and tragedy; like a tone of pathos giving deep character to some splendid pageant, which praises while it commemorates, proclaiming conquest while the gra.s.s has not yet grown on quiet houses of the children of the sword who no more wield the sword. Evasive, cautious, secretive, creator of her own policy, she had sacrificed her womanhood to the power she held and the State she served. Vain, pa.s.sionate, and faithful, her heart all England and Elizabeth, the hunger for glimpses of what she had never known, and was never to know, thrust itself into her famished life; and she was wont to indulge, as now, in fancies and follow some emotional whim with a determination very like to eccentricity.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ”SHE WAS IN CURIOUS CONTRAST TO THE QUEEN”]
That, at this time, when great national events were forward, when conspiracies abounded, when Parliament was grimly gathering strength to compel her to marry; and her council were as sternly pursuing their policy for the destruction of Leicester; while that very day had come news of a rising in the north and of fresh Popish plots hatched in France--that in such case, this day she should set aside all business, refuse amba.s.sadors and envoys admission, and occupy herself with two Huguenot refugees seemed incredible to the younger courtiers. To such as Cecil, however, there was clear understanding.
He knew that when she seemed most inert, most impa.s.sive to turbulent occurrences, most careless of consequences, she was but waiting till, in her own mind, her plans were grown; so that she should see her end clearly ere she spoke or moved. Now, as the great minister showed himself at the door of the chamber and saw Elizabeth seated with Angele, he drew back instinctively, expectant of the upraised hand which told him he must wait. And, in truth, he was nothing loath to do so, for his news he cared little to deliver, important though it was that she should have it promptly and act upon it soon. He turned away with a feeling of relief, however, for this gossip with the Huguenot maid would no doubt interest her, give new direction to her warm sympathies, which, if roused in one thing, were ever more easily roused in others. He knew that a crisis was nearing in the royal relations with Leicester. In a life of devotion to her service he had seen her before in this strange mood, and he could feel that she was ready for an outburst. As he thought of De la Foret and the favor with which she had looked at him, he smiled grimly, for, if it meant aught, it meant that it would drive Leicester to some act which would hasten his own doom; though, indeed, it might also make another path more difficult for himself, for the Parliament, for the people.
Little as Elizabeth could endure tales of love and news of marriage; little as she believed in any vows, save those made to herself; little as she was inclined to adjust the rough courses of true love, she was the surgeon to this particular business, and she had the surgeon's love of laying bare even to her own cynicism the hurt of the poor patient under her knife. Indeed, so had Angele impressed her that for once she thought she might hear the truth. Because she saw the awe in the other's face, and a wors.h.i.+pping admiration of the great protectress of Protestantism, who had by large gifts of men and money in times past helped the cause, she looked upon her here with kindness.
”Speak now, mistress fugitive, and I will listen,” she added, as Cecil withdrew; and she made a motion to musicians in a distant gallery.
Angele's heart fluttered to her mouth, but the soft, simple music helped her, and she began with eyes bent upon the ground, her linked fingers clasping and unclasping slowly.
”I was born at Rouen, your high Majesty,” she said. ”My mother was a cousin of the Prince of Pa.s.sy, the great Protestant--”
”Of Pa.s.sy--ah!” said Elizabeth, amazed. ”Then you are Protestants indeed; and your face is no invention, but cometh honestly. No, no, 'tis no accident--G.o.d rest his soul, great Pa.s.sy!”
”She died--my mother--when I was a little child. I can but just remember her--so brightly quiet, so quick, so beautiful. In Rouen life had little motion; but now and then came stir and turmoil, for war sent its message into the old streets, and our captains and our peasants poured forth to fight for the King. Once came the King and Queen--Francis and Mary--”
Elizabeth drew herself upright with an exclamation.
”Ah, you have seen her--Mary of Scots,” she said, sharply. ”You have seen her?”
”As near as I might touch her with my hand, as near as is your high Majesty. She spoke to me--my mother's father was in her train; as yet we had not become Huguenots, nor did we know her Majesty as now the world knows. Then came the King and Queen, and that was the beginning.”
She paused, and looked shyly at Elizabeth, as though she found it hard to tell her story.
”And the beginning, it was--?” said Elizabeth, impatient and intent.
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