The Lady of Blossholme eBook

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Flounder Megges, with all the paraphernalia of her trade, was established as nurse to Cicely at the Nunnery.  This establishment, it is true, had not been easy since Emlyn, who knew something of the woman’s repute, and suspected more, resisted it with all her strength, but here the Prioress intervened in her gentle way.  She herself, she explained, did not like this person, who looked so odd, drank so much beer and talked so fast.  Yet she had made inquiries and found that she was extraordinarily skilled in matters of that nature.  Indeed, it was said that she had succeeded in cases that were wonderfully difficult which the leech had abandoned as hopeless, though of course there had been other cases where she had not succeeded.  But these, she was informed, were generally those of poor people who did not pay her well.  Now in this instance her pay would be ample, for she, Mother Matilda, had promised her a splendid fee out of her private store, and for the rest, since no man doctor might enter there, who else was competent?  Not she or the other nuns, for none of them had been married save old Bridget, who was silly and had long ago forgotten all such things.  Not Emlyn even, who was but a girl when her own child was born, and since then had been otherwise employed.  Therefore there was no choice.

To this reasoning Emlyn agreed perforce, though she mistrusted her of the fat wretch, whose appearance poor Cicely also disliked.  Still, for very fear Emlyn was humble and civil to her, for if she were not, who could know if she would put out all her skill upon behalf of her mistress?  Therefore she did her bidding like a slave, and spiced her beer and made her bed and even listened to her foul jests and talk unmurmuringly.

The business was over at length, and the child, a noble boy, born into the world.  Had not the Flounder produced it in triumph laid upon a little basket covered with a lamb-skin, and had not Emlyn and Mother Matilda and all the nuns kissed and blessed it?  Had it not also, for fear of accident (such was the fatherly forethought of the Abbot), been baptized at once by a priest who was waiting, under the names of John Christopher Foterell, John after its grandfather and Christopher after its father, with Foterell for a surname, since the Abbot would not allow that it should be called Harflete, being, as he averred, base-born?

So this child was born, and Mother Megges swore that of all the two hundred and three that she had issued into the world it was the finest, nine and a half pounds in weight at the very least.  Also, as its voice and movements testified, it was lusty and like to live, for did not the Flounder, in sight of all the wondering nuns, hold it up hanging by its hands to her two fat forefingers, and afterwards drink a whole quart of spiced ale to its health and long life?

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