Part 33 (1/2)
Still weeping, Yolanda hurried back with the writing materials, but before entering the room she stopped at the door to dry her tears and stay her sobs. When she entered, she said:--
”There is the quill, father, and there is the ink.”
She placed them before the duke and stood trembling with one hand on the table. After a moment she spoke in a voice little above a whisper:--”You will accomplish nothing, my lord, my father, by sending the letter. I shall die before this marriage can take place. I am willing to obey you, but, father, I shall die. Ah, father, pity me.”
She fell upon her knees before the duke and tried to put her hands about his shoulders. He repulsed her, and, taking up the quill, signed the letter. After he had affixed his signature and had sealed the missive with his private seal, he folded the parchment and handed it to the bishop, saying:--
”Seal the pouch, my lord, and send Byron, the herald, here to receive our personal instructions.”
”The herald has not yet returned from Cambrai, my lord,” said De Vergy, who stood near by. ”He is expected between the hours of five and six this evening.”
”Leave the letter, my lord,” said Charles, ”and send Byron to me when he arrives. I shall be here at six o'clock to give him full instructions.”
The letter was deposited in a small iron box on the table, and the duke left the room, followed closely by the lords and pages.
CHAPTER XV
THE CROSSING OF A ”T”
Yolanda and her stepmother remained on the divan in silence for fully an hour after the duke had left. The d.u.c.h.ess was first to speak.
”Be resigned, sweet one, to your fate. It is one common to women. It was my hard fate to be compelled to marry your father. It was your mother's, poor woman, and it killed her. G.o.d wills our slavery, and we must submit. We but make our fate harder by fighting against it.”
Yolanda answered with convulsive sobs, but after a while she grew more calm.
”Is there nothing I can do to save myself?” she asked.
”No, sweet one,” answered the d.u.c.h.ess.
”Has G.o.d put a curse upon women, mother?” asked Yolanda.
”Alas! I fear He has,” answered Margaret. ”The Holy Church teaches us that He punishes us for the sin of our mother Eve, but though He punishes us, He loves us, and we are His children. He knows what is best for us here and hereafter.”
”He certainly is looking to my _future_ good, if at all,” sighed Yolanda. ”But I do believe in G.o.d's goodness, mother, and I am sure He will save me. Holy Virgin! how helpless a woman is.” She began to weep afresh, and the d.u.c.h.ess tried to soothe her.
”I believe I will pray to the Virgin. She may help us,” said the girl, in a voice that was plaintively childlike.
”It is a pious thought, Mary,” answered the d.u.c.h.ess.
Yolanda slipped from the divan to the floor, and, kneeling, buried her face in her mother's lap. She prayed aloud:--
”Blessed Virgin, Thou seest my dire need. Help me. My prayer is short, but Thou, Blessed Lady, knowest how fervent it is.” The d.u.c.h.ess crossed herself, bowed her head, and murmured a fervent ”Amen.”
Yolanda rose from her prayer with a brighter face, and exclaimed almost joyfully:--
”It was impious in me to doubt G.o.d's love, mother. I do believe I heard the Blessed Virgin say, 'Help is at hand.' At least, I felt her words, mother.”
Yolanda moved about the room aimlessly for several minutes and by chance stopped at the table. She started to take up the quill and ink-well to carry them back to her parlor, which was in Darius (Darius was the name of the tower that rose from the castle battlements immediately above Castleman's House under the Wall), and her eyes rested on the small iron box in which the letter to King Louis had been deposited. An unconscious motive, perhaps it was childish curiosity, prompted her to examine the missive. She took the pouch from the box and found it unsealed. She listlessly drew out the missive and began to read, when suddenly her face grew radiant with joy. She ran excitedly to her mother, who was sitting on the divan, and exclaimed:--
”Oh! mother, the sweet Blessed Virgin has sent help!”