We do but wait until next Monday when Paul's brother, who is a priest at St. Albans, will come to wed us. Already a messenger has sped for him, and he will come, will he not, dear love?""He will come," said the master of Shalford, still with his eyes fixed upon the silent Nigel.
"It is a lie; he will not come," said a voice from the door.
It was the old priest, who had followed the others as far as the threshold.
"He will not come," he repeated as he advanced into the room.
"Daughter, my daughter, hearken to the words of one who is indeed old enough to be your earthly father. This lie has served before.
He has ruined others before you with it. The man has no brother at Saint Albans. I know his brothers well, and there is no priest among them. Before Monday, when it is all too late, you will have found the truth as others have done before you. Trust him not, but come with us!"Paul de la Fosse looked up at her with a quick smile and patted the hand upon his shoulder.
"Do you speak to them, Edith," said he.
Her eyes flashed with scorn as she surveyed them each in turn, the woman, the youth and the priest.
"I have but one word to say to them," said she. "It is that they go hence and trouble us no more. Am I not a free woman? Have Inot said that this is the only man I ever loved? I have loved him long. He did not know it, and in despair he turned to another.
Now he knows all and never again can doubt come between us.
Therefore I will stay here at Shalford and come to Cosford no more save upon the arm of my husband. Am I so weak that I would believe the tales you tell against him? Is it hard for a jealous woman and a wandering priest to agree upon a lie? No, no, Mary, you can go hence and take your cavalier and your priest with you, for here I stay, true to my love and safe in my trust upon his honor!""Well spoken, on my faith, my golden bird!" said the little master of Shalford. "Let me add my own word to that which has been said.
You would not grant me any virtue in your unkindly speech, good Lady Mary, and yet you must needs confess that at least I have good store of patience, since I have not set my dogs upon your friends who have come between me and my ease. But even to the most virtuous there comes at last a time when poor human frailty may prevail, and so I pray you to remove both yourself, your priest and your valiant knight errant, lest perhaps there be more haste and less dignity when at last you do take your leave. Sit down, my fair love, and let us turn once more to our supper." He motioned her to her chair, and he filled her wine-cup as well as his own.
Nigel had said no word since he had entered the room, but his look had never lost its set purpose, nor had his brooding eyes ever wandered from the sneering face of the deformed master of Shalford. Now he turned with swift decision to Mary and to the priest.
"That is over," said he in a low voice. "You have done all that you could, and now it is for me to play my part as well as I am able. I pray you, Mary, and you, good father, that you will await me outside.""Nay, Nigel, if there is danger - "
"It is easier for me, Mary, if you are not there. I pray you to go. I can speak to this man more at my ease."She looked at him with questioning eyes and then obeyed.
Nigel plucked at the priest's gown.
"I pray you, father, have you your book of offices with you?""Surely, Nigel, it is ever in my breast.""Have it ready, father!"
"For what, my son?"
"There are two places you may mark; there is the service of marriage and there is the prayer for the dying. Go with her, father, and be ready at my call."He closed the door behind them and was alone with this ill-matched couple. They both turned in their chairs to look at him, Edith with a defiant face, the man with a bitter smile upon his lips and malignant hatred in his eyes.
"What," said he, "the knight errant still lingers? Have we not heard of his thirst for glory? What new venture does he see that he should tarry here?"Nigel walked to the table.
"There is no glory and little venture," said he; "but I have come for a purpose and I must do it. I learn from your own lips, Edith, that you will not leave this man.""If you have ears you have heard it."
"You are, as you have said, a free woman, and who can gainsay you?
But I have known you, Edith, since we played as boy and girl on the heather-hills together. I will save you from this man's cunning and from your own foolish weakness.""What would you do?"
"There is a priest without. He will marry you now. I will see you married ere I leave this hall.""Or else?" sneered the man.
"Or else you never leave this hall alive. Nay, call not for your servants or your dogs! By Saint Paul! I swear to you that this matter lies between us three, and that if any fourth comes at your call you, at least, shall never live to see what comes of it!
Speak then, Paul of Shalford! Will you wed this woman now, or will you not?"Edith was on her feet with outstretched arms between them. "Stand back, Nigel! He is small and weak. You would not do him a hurt!
