“For she is pining with grief, and prayer, and fasting, and marriage is the best remede for such maladies.”

Of this grace I was right glad; yet Christmas went by and I dared not speak, for Elliot seemed set on far other things than mirth, and was ever and early in the churches, above all when service and prayer were offered up for the Maid.  She was very willing to hear all the tale of the long siege, and her face, that was thin and wan, unlike her bright countenance of old, flushed scarlet when she heard how we had bearded and shamed the noble Duke of Burgundy, and what words Xaintrailles had spoken concerning his nobleness.

“There is one true knight left in France!” she said, and fell silent again.

Then, we being alone in the chamber, I tried to take her hand, but she drew it away.

“My dear love,” she said, “I know all that is in your heart, and all my love that is in mine you know well.  But in mine there is no care for happiness and joy, and to speak as plain as a maiden may, I have now no will to marry.  While the Sister of the Saints lies in duresse, or if she be unjustly slain, I have set up my rest to abide unwed, for ever, as the Bride of Heaven.  And, if the last evil befall her, as well I deem it must, I shall withdraw me from the world into the sisterhood of the Clarisses.”

Had the great mid-beam of the roof fallen and smitten me, I could not have been stricken more dumb and dead.  My face showed what was in my mind belike, for, looking fearfully and tenderly on me, she took my hand between hers and cherished it.

“My love,” I said at last, “you see in what case I am, that can scarce speak for sorrow, after all I have ventured, and laboured, and won, for you and for the Maid.”

“And I,” she answered, “being but a girl, can venture and give nothing but my poor prayers; and if she now perish, then I must pray the more continually for the good rest of her soul, and the forgiveness of her enemies and false friends.”

“Sure, she hath already the certain promise of Paradise, and even in this world her life is with the Saints.  And if men slay her body, we need her prayers more than she needs ours.”

But Elliot said no word, being very wilful.

“Consider what manner of friend the Maid is,” I said, “who desires nothing but joy and happy life to all whom she loves, as she loves you.  Verily, I am right well assured that, could she see us in this hour, she would bid you be happy with me, and not choose penance for love of her.”

“If she herself bids me do as you desire,” said Elliot at last, “then I would not be disobedient to that Daughter of God.”

Here I took some comfort, for now a thought came into my mind.

“But,” said Elliot, “as we read of the rich man and Lazarus, between her and us is a great gulf fixed, and none may come from her to us, or from us to her.”

“Elliot!” I said, “if either the Maid be delivered, or if she sends you sure and certain tidings under her own hand that she wills you to put off this humour, will you then be persuaded, and make no more delay!”