At night when they sat round the peat fire he bade them observe how beautiful the brass candlesticks and other glittering metals were in the glow from the hearth.Catherine's eyes sparkled at this observation, "And oh the sheets I lie in here," said he, "often my conscience pricketh me, and saith, 'Who art thou to lie in lint like web of snow?' Dives was ne'er so flaxed as I.And to think that there are folk in the world that have all the beautiful things which I have here yet not content.Let them pass six months in a hermit's cell, seeing no face of man, then will they find how lovely and pleasant this wicked world is, and eke that men and women are God's fairest creatures.Margaret was always fair, but never to my eye so bright as now." Margaret shook her head incredulously, Gerard continued, "My mother was ever good and kind, but I noted not her exceeding comeliness till now.""Nor I neither," said Catherine; "a score years ago I might pass in a crowd, but not now."Gerard declared to her that each age had its beauty."See this mild grey eye," said he, "that hath looked motherly love upon so many of us, all that love hath left its shadow, and that shadow is a beauty which defieth Time.See this delicate lip, these pure white teeth.See this well-shaped brow, where comliness Just passeth into reverence.Art beautiful in my eyes, mother dear.""And that is enough for me, my darling, 'Tis time you were in bed, child.Ye have to preach the morn."And Reicht Heynes and Catherine interchanged a look which said, "We two have an amiable maniac to superintend; calls everything beautiful"The next day was Sunday, and they heard him preach in his own church.It was crammed with persons, who came curious, but remained devout.Never was his wonderful gift displayed more powerfully; he was himself deeply moved by the first sight of all his people, and his bowels yearned over this flock he had so long neglected.In a single sermon, which lasted two hours and seemed to last but twenty minutes, he declared the whole scripture: he terrified the impenitent and thoughtless, confirmed the wavering, consoled the bereaved and the afflicted, uplifted the heart of the poor, and when he ended, left the multitude standing rapt, and unwilling to believe the divine music of his voice and soul had ceased.
Need I say that two poor women in a corner sat entranced, with streaming eyes.
"Wherever gat he it all?" whispered Catherine, with her apron to her eyes."By our Lady not from me."As soon as they were by themselves Margaret threw her arms round Catherine's neck and kissed her.
"Mother, mother, I am not quite a happy woman, but oh I am a proud one."And she vowed on her knees never by word or deed to let her love come between this young saint and Heaven.
Reader, did you ever stand by the seashore after a storm, when the wind happens to have gone down suddenly? The waves cannot cease with their cause; indeed, they seem at first to the ear to lash the sounding shore more fiercely than while the wind blew.Still we are conscious that inevitable calm has begun, and is now but rocking them to sleep.So it was with those true and tempest-tossed lovers from that eventful night when they went hand in hand beneath the stars from Gouda hermitage to Gouda manse.
At times a loud wave would every now and then come roaring, but it was only memory's echo of the tempest that had swept their lives;the storm itself was over, and the boiling waters began from that moment to go down, down, down, gently, but inevitably.
This image is to supply the place of interminable details that would be tedious and tame.What best merits attention at present is the general situation, and the strange complication of feeling that arose from it.History itself, though a far more daring story-teller than romance, presents few things so strange[1] as the footing on which Gerard and Margaret now lived for many years.
United by present affection, past familiarity, and a marriage irregular but legal; separated by Holy Church and by their own consciences, which sided unreservedly with Holy Church; separated by the Church, but united by a living pledge of affection, lawful in every sense at its date.
And living but a few miles from one another, and she calling his mother "mother," For some years she always took her boy to Gouda on Sunday, returning home at dark, Go when she would, it was always fete at Gouda manse, and she was received like a little queen.Catherine in these days was nearly always with her, and Eli very often, Tergou had so little to tempt them compared with Rotterdam; and at last they left it altogether, and set up in the capital.
And thus the years glided; so barren now of striking incidents, so void of great hopes, and free from great fears, and so like one another, that without the help of dates I could scarcely indicate the progress of time.
However, early next year, 1471, the Duchess of Burgundy, with the open dissent, but secret connivance of the Duke, raised forces to enable her dethroned brother, Edward the Fourth of England, to invade that kingdom; our old friend Denys thus enlisted, and passing through Rotterdam to the ships, heard on his way that Gerard was a priest, and Margaret alone.On this he told Margaret that marriage was not a habit of his, but that as his comrade had put it out of his own power to keep troth, he felt bound to offer to keep it for him; "for a comrade's honour is dear to us as our own," said he.
She stared, then smiled, "I choose rather to be still thy she-comrade," said she; "closer acquainted, we might not agree so well," And in her character of she-comrade she equipped him with a new sword of Antwerp make, and a double handful of silver."I give thee no gold," said she, "for 'tis thrown away as quick as silver, and harder to win back.Heaven send thee safe out of all thy perils; there be famous fair women yonder to beguile thee, with their faces, as well as men to hash thee with their axes."He was hurried on board at La Vere, and never saw Gerard at that time.
