:S iM £*53 >'.j II E> RAHY OF THE UN IVLR5ITY OF ILLINOIS QZ3 Si 581 THE LILY OF PARIS; THE KING'S NURSE. J. PALGRAVE SIMPSON, ESQ. AUTHOR OF " PICTURES FROM REVOLUTIONARY PARIS," " LETTERS FROM THE DANUBE," " GISELLA," ETC. A perfect woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a spirit still, and bright, With something of an angel light. Wordsworth. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON : RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1849. LONDON : R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAI> STREET HILL. v.l TO CHARLES LANGTON MASSINGBEED, ESQ. THESE VOLUMES ARE PRESENTED BY HIS ATTACHED EMEND, THE AUTHOR. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign http://www.archive.org/details/lilyofparisorkin01simp PRESENTATION. It was at your instigation, and under your inspiration, my good friend, that I allowed myself to be seduced into the picturesque and flowery paths of an historical tale — paths trodden so often, and with so far better mien, by others, that I could scarcely hope to render the result of my wanderings along them acceptable to a public, already, perhaps, over-wearied with such journey ings in the regions of the past. Thus, while, on the one hand, I entreat you to accept these volumes, as rightfully be- longing to you, their prime originator, on the other, I am half inclined to play you the trick of shifting off upon your responsibility the burden of the failure. I must be just, however. The choice of the subject rests entirely with myself. You gave me carte blanche ; and, if I mis- used it, I can scarcely expect you to accept the con- sequences, because they have not been such as I may have desired. I certainly cannot make you responsible for my partiality towards that exquisitely bright apparition in the dark history of France, Odette de Champsdivers, or for the free exercise I have made of a novelists poetical license, in placing her in close connexion with another of those episodical characters of the same reign, who appeared upon the stage of its troublous history, to obtain a momentary renown, like a fiery rocket darting across the dark sky, then to sink down again and go out in utter darkness — the well-known Perrinet Leclerc. My VI PRESENTATION. fancy for thus connecting in a tale two personages, who were always connected in the imaginings of my boyish day-dreams, is as open to criticism as all such fancies : that they formed a picturesque and excellently contrasting group in my mind's eye, may scarcely be considered a sufficient excuse, perhaps, for my bringing them thus closely together. The other characters belong either to the tradition of history, as they are depicted in these volumes, or may be considered, more or less, as types of the characters of the time — types that exist, as far as the bourgeois of Paris are concerned, up to the present day — and that, although the tale was framed and conducted as far as the second volume when the French Revolution of February broke out, I was interested in again dis- covering, under circumstances similar to those of the tale, in the late revolutionary movements which have once more convulsed the unhappy city of Paris. During the further progress of my work in that capital, I could not, at the same time, but be struck with the similitude that existed between the scenes of the revolu- tion I depicted, and of that which was passing, in living action, around me — in fact, the similitude that may be traced in all the different scenes of the many revolu- tionary dramas acted in the French capital, scarcely, if at all, modified by the changes which progress in civilisation has, or is supposed to have, produced. It may be added, as a curious fact, that the description of the emeute in the second volume' was written with the noise of the firing and shouting of the twenty-third of February in my ears, until curiosity and interest forced me to throw down my pen and run out. As regards truth to nature, however, I must hasten to meet the objection that you might make to my characters, as too highly coloured and overdrawn; in short, as open PRESENTATION. Vll to the charge of being, what is usually termed " melo- dramatic." To this I have only to answer, that what appears wildness and exaggeration in the present day was essentially the characteristic of the times, and, above all, of a people that from all times has shown itself so fond of forced theatrical display, in all its actions, either in public or private life. To another objection, also, the composition of the tale is liable — namely, that one common passion seems to be the mainspring motive of the actions of most of the principal characters — the passion of re- venge. This objection is perfectly just: and I can but answer it with the defence, that revenge, of all the worse influencing passions, was the great and predomi- nant one of the epoch ; and that its recurrence, as a leading trait in the characters of so many of my per- sonages, was almost impossible to be avoided in a pic- ture of the times. The correctness of historical details must be left to the charge of Alonstrelet, {Annates de France,) and Michelet, from whom I have chiefly taken them. I must plead guilty, at the same time, to a few vague borrowings from Dumas. Another objection, which I am aware you will make, as you have already made it — namely, that I write without any higher purpose or idea, — I cannot meet so easily. I might shelter myself under the shadow of an illustrious wing, and quote the highest authority for writing for amusement, without any fixed tendency, beyond that of general good sense and moral feeling : but I do not dare to approach the master-spirit of ro- mance, even with the slightest touch of, what might appear, assumed comparison. I might have led you to look for a moral in the consequences of revolutionary passions, and the dangers of letting loose the torrent of popular convulsion, which is not afterwards to be stemmed, and generally drowns those who have opened Till PRESENTATION. the flood-gates — a moral which, just now, would not be misplaced. I might have told you to take a still loftier flight, and seek that higher idea, and deeper purpose, which you call for at my hands, in the exposition of the triumph of mind over matter, in my tale, exemplified in the progress of the little Carmelite monk, — in the in- fluence of the frail, mild, yielding, tender Yvon, over the violent, and more energetic Perrinet, succumbing before counteracting moral evil influences, — in the more heavenly essence of " Lys d'Ange," shrinking back, at last, at the contact of earthly passion and crime, to rise glorious only in its own heavenly sphere ; in short, in the contending struggle of mind and matter in the drama of life : but I will not take the merit which I do not deserve, of making even an attempt to do your bid- ding in this respect. I prefer pleading " guilty " to the charge. Accept, then, the Work, with its faults and imperfections, as a token of my desire to follow the inspiration you would have given me ; and, if it can afford amusement to a few of your leisure hours, or to those of such persons as may bestow their attention upon it, I am fully repaid for my poor pains. London, December 1848. THE LILY OF PARIS, CHAPTER I. PARIS IX 1418. For guilty states do ever bear The plagues about them which they have deserved. Ben Joxsoi. In these distracted times, when each man dreads The bloody stratagem of busy heads. Otwat. There are few, probably, who, when they may have wandered along the streets of Paris — the Paris of 184T, teeming with the marvels of art and manufacture at every window, glittering with their gilded arabesque-painted cafes, and flaunt- ing forth their would-be splendid and modish garments of modern architecture ; or even, when they may have been lost by chance, or bent on a voyage of adventurous discovery in the narrower and dirtier streets of the older VOL. I. B 2 THE LILY OF PARIS. parts of the city, which have latterly thrown off so many a last middle-aged remnant of attire, to don a fresher and less romantic coat, and sold their once interesting souvenirs for the modern improvements of a make-believe cleanliness — there are few, probably, who have conjured up to their imaginations the vision of the same spot in centuries gone by, or endeavoured to recall the picturesque aspect of those same streets, at a time when there was no lack of splendour, and far more genial occupation for an artistic eye; — when, if there was more dirt, there was less mock order — when, spite of the absence of the carriages, hack cabriolets, and omnibuses innu- merable of our days, there was as much or more varied animation along the swarming thorough- fares than even with the modern habits of restless time-devouring bustle. And yet, what an amusing vision might be produced by the magic wand of such a fancy. In the dark and melancholy reign of Charles VI, when so many calamities were accumulated over the devoted city of Paris, that there was scarcely an inch of ground that had not some THE LILY OF PARIS. 3 deed of horror or sadness to record — when the Vieille Rue du Temple, having witnessed the first and leading act of that bloody drama which eventually desolated the whole country, and delivered it into the hands of the foreigner, and seen attached to its name for ever the dark brand of treachery and revenge, by the assassination of Louis, Duke of Orleans, the brother of the king, by his cousin Jean, Duke of Burgundy — when all the accumulated miseries of party fac- tion and foreign invasion threatened the capital with the approaching horrors of bloody convul- sion, devastation by fire and sword, and the ac- companying evils of war, " plague, pestilence, and famine," — Paris still did not lose, until its last moments of despair, that moving, living, gay and animated aspect, which has never ceased to be its characteristic, even among the dismal tragedies of later revolutions. Never, however, did utter ruin appear to be more nearly suspended over the whole country and its capital, than in the commencement of the year 1418. The unfortunate king, Charles VI, had been B 2 4 THE LILY OP PARIS. attacked by several fits of temporary insanity, the first of which had fallen upon him during an expedition against his rebellious vassal the Duke of Brittany ; and was supposed to have been produced by the treachery of his own uncles, who, anxious to turn him from a project which militated against their own intrigues, had sud- denly produced before his sight, in the forest of Mans, a spectral appearance, warning him to return, that had worked thus horribly upon his susceptible, superstitious, and romantic tempera- ment, rendered still more excitable by his weak- ness after a violent fever, and driven him to frenzy. After recovering, to relapse again into still wilder madness, in consequence of a fearful scene which had taken place at a masked ball in his own palace, when he nearly perished from being set on fire by accident, in the dress of a savage, he had at last fallen into what appeared an utterly hopeless state of madness. Profiting by this wretched condition of the mis-named ruler of the land, two principal factions tore the unlucky kingdom to shreds, each trying which could carry off, in its deadly bite, the richest THE LILY OF PARIS. 5 morsels. The Duke of Burgundy, cousin to the king, who had retired to his states after the discovery of the murder by him of Louis of Orleans, and his subsequent avowal, laid claim to the Regency of the kingdom during the mino- rity of the young dauphin, as his nearest relation. Opposed to these pretensions, as those of a traitor and assassin, stood forward, as his great rival, Bernard, Count d'Armagnac, the most powerful noble of his time, and father-in-law to the son of the murdered Duke of Orleans, and as such, consequently, the leader of the Orleans faction. These two men, after devour- ing the people between them, turned upon each other to devour themselves. Xot enough was it, however, for the unhappy country, that these great nobles filled the bosom of the land with confusion, exciting throughout it disorder, and rapine, and death, preventing the progress of civilization, and proclaiming anarchy in its place; but, profiting by the distracted state of France, Henry V. of England had again invaded the country, to assert his own claims, and, after landing at Touques in Normandy, had subdued the whole of that province and made himself 6 THE LILY OF PARIS. master of all its chief towns, with the exception of Rouen alone. After the great battle of Agin- court, his banner had been joined by several of the feudal vassals of the crown of France. The two great faction chiefs, however, had both held back from the field of Agincourt in order to watch the opportunity of seizing their own advantage. The King of England had rendered them a ser- vice in killing off several of their mutual enemies and rivals. Thenceforth the field was left open to them; the game was to be played between themselves ; and, as has been expressed by an historian of the time, " like two carrion crows they sailed down upon the battle-plain to gorge themselves upon the dead." The great ques- tion had been, Who was to possess the capital ? The Duke of Burgundy, with a force of ten thousand horse, had galloped off for Paris. But he had arrived too late : the Count d'Armagnac was already in the city. In his power he held the mad king and the young thoughtless dau- phin. He had laid his hand, too, upon the sword of constable, and, in virtue of his office, pretended to rule the land. The position of the successful chief in the THE LILY OF PARES. 7 capital, however, was one of the greatest em- barrassment. The most momentous question to Armagnac was, to know how to support the enormous expenses, not only of the expeditions against the invading English, but of his govern- ment in Paris. The greater part of the kingdom paid him no revenue ; Paris remained to him almost alone ; and Paris he squeezed to the last drop, sucked to the very marrow : it was crushed beneath the weight of its obligations, and forced to pay alone the expenses of the king and king- dom. The exasperation of the citizens rose from day to day ; and the Constable, whose pre- carious tenure drove him ever to exercise in- creasing vexations and rigours against the Pari- sians, was daily becoming more and more an object of detestation. A secret Burgundian party was also strong within the city ; and Armagnac, who knew how little confidence he could place in the citizens of Paris, had orga- nized a police of his own, of fearful efficacy in matters of political delinquency. A conspirac} 7 , set on foot for the purpose of introducing the Duke of Burgundy within the walls of Paris, 5 THE LILY OF PARIS. had been discovered by means of these agents. It had been declared by Armagnac that the object of this conspiracy was to murder the king and the dauphin ; and executions and drownings in the Seine, of suspected Burgundians, had taken place in rapid and terrible succession. The Parliament and the University had been purged of supposed adherents of Burgundy, and several hundred persons driven from the city. The citizens were forbidden to put chains across the streets for their security, and were deprived of such offensive weapons as could be found by vigorous search : although disarmed, however, they were compelled to furnish a civic militia for the defence of the town, in the proportion of a third of the male inhabitants. No one was allowed to leave the city ; and those who dared to disobey, were struck, wounded, and robbed by the soldiers of Armagnac, if surprised. Never a day passed but that some of the citizens were maltreated by these overbearing men-at-arms ; and those who dared to lay their complaints before the Constable or the Provost of Paris, were treated as malcontents and Burgundians. THE LILY OF PARIS. 9 At the commencement of 1418, the Constable seemed to have devoured his last resources. Having gnawed Paris to the bone, he fell upon the treasures of the Church : he seized the rich ornaments from the churches and chapels, and obtained what he could by melting down the holy vessels of the altars and the shrines of saints. To the fermenting discontent of the citizens, he thus added the ill-suppressed rage and hatred of the clergy and the monks. Although overreached by his rival, and foiled in his first attempt to enter the city of Paris, the Duke of Burgundy, however, maintained a position far more tenable than that of the Constable. He endeavoured to augment the fermentation and discontent by causing, when- ever he could, the greatest possible scarcity of provisions in the capital ; and unable to wound his adversary in a direct manner, he struck him an indirect blow of great importance. The Queen Isabel of Bavaria, the wife of the unhappy Charles, had been banished to Tours, as well on account of her adulterous connexions with more than one of the young B 3 10 THE LILY OF PARIS. courtiers of the day, as of her peculation of the revenues of the kingdom, to support her own endless extravagances and excesses. After long varying between alternations of tenderness to his seductive queen, or, at least, an utter pro- stration of will before her artful and imperative influence in his periods of partial insanity, and of anger and hatred on account of her glaring mis- conduct during his moments of restored reason, the king had at length been induced by Arma- gnac, whose power the queen had thwarted and undermined, if she had not openly opposed, to send her off a prisoner to Tours, in one of his lucid intervals. The artful queen, however, had contrived to deceive her gaolers, and communi- cate with the Duke of Burgundy, who had sur- prised her guardians, and carried her off by force of arms. Combined thus with the rival of her hated enemy Armagnac, Isabel had declared herself Regent of France, " by the Grace of God," and was supported in her pretensions by the States General of Chartres, and other towns. Self-invested with this power, she forbade the payment of all taxes to the Armagnac govern- THE LILY OF PARIS. 11 ment ; and by the Duke of Burgundy troops were dispatched to all the great towns to enforce this prohibition — a prohibition received by the greater part of them with gratitude, and obeyed with zealous alacrity. Such was the distracted position of affairs, which, at this period, convulsed the whole country of France — such the miserable and fer- menting state under which the capital suffered ; and still Paris, spite of its anxiety, misery, and dreary presentiment of coming evil, had not as yet lost its aspect of gay, variegated animation, and threw in general a bright veil of carelessness over the hideous corruption of the body below. True, the veil had been often torn ; and, through the open rags, might be seen, now and then, many a sore ; but still the Parisian of that day, as of this, and probably still more, spread forth the glitter and the spangles, and heeded not the rents. Thus it was, that on a bright spring morning, the Rue St. Denis, at that period the most frequented thoroughfare of the capital, the main artery of the great throbbing heart, through 12 THE LILY OL PARIS. which the chief of its life-blood flowed — for, in connexion with the Rue de la Harpe, it traversed the whole city, like one of those great rivers that traverse a kingdom, bringing with it fertility and wealth — was filled by a variegated and brightly animated crowd. Although dark like an inferno during the night, frequently infected by floating mephitic vapours, and muddy at most times, the streets wore, in the gay morning sunlight, like all the principal streets of old Paris, a physiognomy characterized by a species of coarse picturesque- ness. This charm arose chiefly from the varied forms of the fantastic gables of the houses, which were more commonly turned towards the street, with their sculptured cross beams, generally most grotesquely carved, that formed the exterior ornament as well as the support of the dwellings, and exhibited, besides the common simple " X," the strangest and most complicated geometrical figures. Not unfrequently these gables were embellished with highly coloured rude paintings, or with numberless groups of those little figures called mai-mousets, of a THE LILY OF PARIS. 13 saintly or burlesque description, painted and gilt in gaudy glitter, such as the image-makers of the time — a thriving trade — fabricated in the simplicity of their art ; and they displayed also, from different parts, grotesque heads with gap- ing mouths, out of which long waterspouts threatened to inundate the unwary passengers in the time of rain. Sometimes a few low hovels huddled together in a dirty mass, and rudely constructed of limping and deformed logs of wood, stood close to a tall but ungainly neighbour of this kind— prim, starched and befrizzled like an over-dressed old maid. More generally, however, might be seen a richer facade of a tolerably sized house, covered also with its mar- mousets, standing out between slender twisted columns, or adorning, like Italian Madonnas, the numerous grouped niches executed after every caprice of form — each higher upper story protruding over the lower with its huge broad sculptured window, or its long gallery forming a domestic promenade, and behung with tem- porary curtains of the blue rateens of Dauphiny, or Flanders cloths, or stuffs of Samis — with 14 THE LILY OF PARIS. now a round advancing turret at the corner, tapering to a point below, half way down the first floor — now a low heavy porch with vaulted arch of sculptured stone, opening upon a long dark inner space, and sometimes partially covered again with coloured hangings — now a narrower doorway, at an angle, through the opening of which might be seen a turning staircase winding round a heavy stone pillar. Below, were broad open windows, at which were displayed immea- surable rich assortments of the most varied kinds of stuffs, far beyond what men usually attribute to those days of " simplicity" in manu- facture ; or wooden booths, scarcely less well furnished forth, protruding boldly into the thoroughfare ; or large open spaces, beneath co- lumns of stone or wood, occupying the whole of the ground floor of a dwelling, except at its turreted angles, in which trades of every descrip- tion were being carried on. At house corners also were visible heavy hooks, still firmly fixed into stone pillars, from which, formerly, enormous chains had been hung across the street at night, in order " to stop the depredations of the nobles, THE LILY 01 PAULS. 15 scholars of the University, and other malefac- tors," as an old edict quaintly expresses it, although now removed and prohibited, to the great discontent of the citizens, by an order of the Constable Armagnac, in his mistrust of these internal means of defence. From time to time, among the more clustering masses of buildings rose long naked walls, above which waved the trees of occasional gardens, adding to the colour of the picture, to which the moss, and even hanging creeping plants, covering many of the roofs, contributed also in no slight degree. The long scene was one of picturesque and bright disorder. Highly animated also was the living panorama of the street, for it was at an early hour of the morning that the business of the different itine- rant venders of merchandize, who at that period, by their countless and varied multitude, formed a babel and tumult of which the present day, in spite of the noise of its many horse vehicles, which did not then exist, can form but a very weak idea, was at all its stunning height: it lasted in all its confusion only until the hour of eleven or twelve, the usual time of dining. 16 THE LILY OF PARIS. Stout men, in their closely fitting dresses of brown and red serge, with scolloped capes upon their backs, pushed along with a mass of wooden and iron hooped pitchers in one hand, and, in the other, horn cups, crying, " Good wine for dainty mouths — wine well-spiced ! " and lin- gered, when they could, near open shop windows and protruding boards, to tempt the apprentice, who could snatch a draught when his master's back was turned. "Wrinkled, dirty old market women, with disordered locks hanging down their cheeks, and ragged dress, pushed boldly forwards also, in spite of the ruder sex, shout- ing at the top of their shrill lungs, the cries of "Herbs, herbs, all fresh!" or, "Flour, white and good ! " or, " Lombardy nuts from beyond the far seas ! " Big jolly dames, with their short full petticoats displaying their naked feet and legs, and low corsages, carrying upon their bulging persons a whole cook-shop slung about their necks, made their way amidst the crowd no less boldly, and stopped masons and stone-hewers, and other swaggering artizans, with their loud and alluring announcement of THE LILY OF PARIS. 17 " Patties hot, and forcemeat cakes !" " Cheeses of Champagne and Brie!" "Fresh meat and salt ! " " Wafer-cakes new to-day ! " — And coun- try looking damsels, with petticoats as short, but with clear white kerchiefs spread Italian fashion on their heads, lingered from porch to porch with baskets of fresh nosegays, crying, " Eglan- tine and rose !" " Seignors, a nosegay for the fair dame of your thoughts !" But these wer e few among the hundreds of the ambulating traffickers of all descriptions — the cries only the most common, among the endless diversity, at that time shrieked along the streets, and com- pletely lost in modern times — such as " Needles in exchange for old iron !" "Water for bread!" " Bird-traps for broken victuals ! " " Wine dregs, ho!" "Garlic, honey -sauce, and pepper!" "Strewing rushes for my lady's chamber!" "Wool for dainty ladies' rouge!" "Coffers sweet and strong to keep out the moth ! " " Salve for scurvy and itch !" — joined to various others of an even still less savoury description. Mixed with these cries came also the loud voices of the noisy begging mendicant monks of dif- 18 THE LILY OF PARIS. ferent orders, each striving to outrival the other by force of lungs, and not unfrequently by force of arm ; and at one time the whole wild clatter was dominated by the stentorian voice of a herald in arms, mounted upon a stout horse with gorgeous housings, who was proclaiming, by the sound of a bannered trumpet, at different stations in the street, the last edict of the dreaded Con- stable, which was received with low groans and ill suppressed curses. Amidst all this confusion rose also the troubled murmur of the thousand- and-one incomprehensible, inexplicable, unin- telligible noises, which prevail among a numerous population. Not less distracting was the confusion of tongues by the sides of the streets, from open windows, and booths, and spreading porches, where each shopman, or his apprentices, an- nounced the goods for sale with every variety of enticing recommendation ; or quarrelled among themselves because some fancied purchaser had passed their shop to another ; and vilified their neighbours' wares, with every kind of jest and banter on buyer as well as seller, as THE LILY OF PARIS. 19 noisily as they had vaunted their own ; and uttered coarser jokes, if, by chance, the indi- vidual who had disdained their wares stopped before the window, with its thin horn plates, of a fair embroideress of arms, or at the half-closed draperied porch of a pretty damsel, at the sign of " The Crown n or u The Sun" — a sempstress of pearl devices upon ladies' robes, and gentle- men's embroidered coats. And shopkeepers abused their apprentices, and then retired to the back of their shops to grumble at their ease. And apprentices abused each other, and then vented their spleen by cutting jibes upon some chance wandering student from the university on the other side of the Seine, whose ragged black robes, or holes at knees or elbow, offered a subject of their scorn, and whose downcast pale looks showed that he was not likely to avenge an insult. Mixed with these traffickers engaged upon business, pushed, and turned, and crowded and wallowed, also, the dense population of citizens, hurrying to and fro on their affairs ; wandering singers, and players of the viol or luth ; priests 20 THE LILY OP PARIS. and nuns, and beggars, and cripples, and thieves, and men-at-arms, all mingled pell-mell, and all helping to complete the strange and picturesque physiognomy of the old city. Sometimes, although seldom, came along the crowd the lady or the wife of the richer citizen, her head adorned with a huge pointed pyramid, from which hung down a flowing veil, or a large scaffolding surmounted by two embroidered horns; or an immense mass of embroidered padded work about her ears; her tight dress cut low upon her bosom. And then, anon, the Parliament scribe, or the Professor in his long dark robes, sometimes draggling to a great length in the mud ; or the wealthy citizen, in long, ample dress of red, trimmed with fur, open in front ; or the young noble, in tightly fitting purple hose, embroidered vest with long sleeves that hung nearly to the ground, with rolled cap of velvet, from which a long scarf of coloured silk, after forming a fan like a tail behind, swept round and hung in folds across the bosom and shoulders, and with shoes the points of which weretwistedupintohorned beaks. THE LILY OF PARIS. 21 It was as one of these refined elegants of the day — after looking over a variety of rich stuffs at a wide open window, or rather turning them over, as he looked at the attractive face of a buxom mercer's wife who offered them for sale — purchased a nosegay from a flower-girl lingering beneath the porch, and offered it to the dame, that the mercer himself, in the form of a middle-aged man, came hastily forwards with a frown upon his brow, and sending his wife to the back recesses of the establishment, asked the gallant what was his will. But, find- ing that a purchaser from a pretty wife was by no means necessarily one from a jealous husband, and that the young man turned away laughing, he lounged out by the open porch, and looked after the would-be Don Juan, with folded arms and a dissatisfied look. " Horns ! horns !" cried a voice in his ear. The mercer turned angrily, with a flush of purple colour pervading his broad homely face, in his surprise and anger at this unseemly and provoking exclamation, and saw beside him his neighbour the butcher, who had also come 22 THE LILY OF PARIS. forward from one of those open ground floors, supported on wooden pillars, already described, next door, from whence the stream of gore, making its way unrestrained into the common thoroughfare, and the fat odour of fresh flesh and blood, sufficiently told his trade without the need of any sign. He stood, in his tightly fitting red hose, a scolloped cape about his neck supplying the place of his absent vest ; his coarse shirt-sleeves were tucked up along his brawny arms, still reeking from the slaughter- bench. He was, like many of his trade, the type of physical force ; and an air of deter- mination sat upon his heavy brow and thick lips ; although there was a look of sense, and even good temper, about his clear blue eyes, which somewhat modified the harsher ex- pression. " What do you mean, neighbour Lambert ?" said the mercer, in a tone of vexation. " Is that a fitting morning greeting to an honest citizen, and a man of substance, and well to do in the w-orld, and married withal ?" And he coloured still more highly, as he saw the butcher THE LILY OF PARIS. 23 point to the spark who had just passed, and repeat his obnoxious expression of " Horns! horns!" " I did not expect this of a neighbourly man and a friendly," he cried again. (i It is but the scalded dog, that dreads cold water," answered the butcher, laughing. " Nay, never scowl, man ; I did but jest ; and I never thought, in pointing my fingers at a distance, to pinch thee. I spoke but of yon gallant's pointed feet, turned up so insolently. Horns are all the fashion, now-a-days ; the women take to wearing them on their heads, instead of their masters — the men, upon their toes. And, by the way, Master Bourdon,' 1 he continued, whispering in his ear, " 1 would not have thee vaunting thy good substance thus openly in the street, with many ears around to hear thee. The Armagnac might show his love for thee by sharing thy substance with thee, and taking, mayhap, the lion's portion, as is his wont, when he knows where to clutch it." The mercer started, and looked around him with uneasiness. 24 THE LILY OF PARIS. "Horns! horns!" repeated a wrinkled and hideous old woman, who, in dirty ragged attire, and with a clout upon her grizzled and tangled locks by way of a covering, was seated upon the ground between two bales before the mer- cer's window, and was munching morsels from a heap of cold victuals, which looked more like offal than human food, in her lap ; she had evidently listened to the first part of the dis- course of the two neighbours. " Horns, quoth'e ! scorpions' tails they are! devils' claws they are!" she continued to mumble, rocking herself back- wards and forwards ; " Satan rules the roast now-a-days ! Satan has his mark on all ! Ha! ha!" " Of a truth the old crone is right," said Master Bourdon the mercer, who had turned at this soliloquy, and regarded the old woman with some surprise, mixed with disgust; "living creatures in our times cover themselves with the form of Satan." And he spat upon the ground at the name he uttered. The old woman laughed again, and munched on. " Ay ! ay !" responded the butcher, crossing TILE LILY OF PARIS. . 25 himself piously, " such unholy devices only grimaced from the gutter-spouts of the churches without, formerly, like the suffering souls of the damned excluded from the holy sanctuary within ; but now they are conceived to be prettinesses, and allurements of attire. And sacred ornaments, too, take worldly forms ! and your fine dame must have a little sculp- tured cathedral for her easy chair, forsooth ; and veils, such as were fitted only for the adorn- ment of our Blessed Lady on the day of the Holy Assumption, must now be hung, heaven forgive us ! upon the heads of worldly damoiselles, and from the top of these diabolical horns, too " " Nay, neighbour Lambert," expostulated the mercer, "say nought against the costly veils ; they bring us much good profit." "You know your own interest, I doubt me not," rejoined the butcher, with an ironical glance from his eyes ; " and God or devil may each serve your turn. Now never look angry again, man; be that as it may, your great dames with their naked bosoms, and their horns built vol. i. C 26 THE LILY 01 PARIS. so marvellously high upon their haughty heads, that they must bend them, and twist, and turn, and antic, to enter a chamber-door, look won- drously in my eyes like the beast of which the preacher of the good church of our guild, St. Jacques la Boucherie, expounds to us from the holy book of Revelations ; and Christians do not fear to wear the devil's livery. Paugh ! " " The devil is the master now! ha! ha!" laughed the old crone again ; " your limners who painted him as a beauteous female with horns, were rare and clever fellows. The beauty and the beast are one." And she munched on. The mercer and the butcher looked askance, with an ill-defined feeling of dread, upon the old woman, but then, shrugging their shoulders, continued their discourse. " Sadly indeed do our great dames demean themselves, that is a truth," pursued the mercer; "pray Heaven their evil ways conta- minate and corrupt not the spouses of us honest citizens!" And Master Bourdon cast a glance aside to his open window, at which his wife had again appeared with a little boy, such as the THE LILY OF PARIS. 27 jealous mercer considered without danger as an apprentice, to allure the passers-by to the rich wares of the establishment. " Ay ! beauty is frail, Master Bourdon," said Lambert sententiously, with a sly twinkle of his eyes. " And why should beauty not be frail ?" said, with a singing tone, a dapper little man, in the 'tightest of tight vestments permitted by the fashion of the younger citizens of the da}% evidently arranged so as to show off a form which its owner considered of the most exquisite pro- portions ; " beauty, like pie-crust, is made to be nibbled." This new interlocutor had stepped across the street, as daintily and jauntihy as its crowded state permitted, from the open porch of a house possessing a discreet low door just round its turreted corner, the swinging sign above the main entrance of which, with its inscription of " Barbier Etuviste," proclaimed his trade to be that of barber and bagnio-keeper. "And who should not know the worth of beauty, if it be not the bath-master, gossips?" he continued, after the salutations of his neigh- C2 28 THE LILY OF PARIS. hours, whose conversation he had not witnessed from the other side of the way without an in- surmountable desire to join in it ; " maybe, too, there is many a fair and beauteous dame who disdains not to appreciate her appreciator, in the person of one I wot of who shall be nameless," he pursued, drawing up his little figure to the full height of which it was capable. "What you may have to do with beauty I know not," responded the butcher drily ; " but unless men belie you, Master Cocardas, veiled and shrouded female forms may oft be seen gliding down yon lane opposite, and stopping at a certain door." (Master Cocardas laughed and winked knowingly, and sniggered and simpered, and stuck up his dapper head, with its trim pale beard, still higher, if possible.) " But I never heard of one that was not followed by a ruder shadow in ample cloak or cape, coming along with less caution, perhaps, but no less precipi- tation, and always stopping, by the strangest hazard, at the self-same door." Master Cocardas laughed no longer, but squeezed up his face into a grimace, intended probably for a frown. " Another sign of the times !*" said the butcher, THE LILY OL PARIS. 29 half aside, in a loud whisper to his neighbour the mercer. " Yes, the times are bad enough," said the barber Cocardas, disdaining to make any applica- tion to himself of the phrase he had overheard. " I have stood beneath my porch, and cried with the most alluring tones of my voice, (and it is n^o crow's-caw, as ye know, gossips,) ■ Warm baths to lave your gentle limbs, Seignors ! — baths, warm and fresh, as truth is in me ! ' — but I have cried myself hoarse in vain. Ah ! times are bad — miserably bad ! gossips — you have my word for it ; although I have the honour to be the king's barber and beard-fancier — not that he ever allows a razor to come near him, or cares much for the fancy of his beard, poor man ! but, in the matter of a little blood-letting, sometimes I have had the felicity of opening a regal vein — but, none the less, times are bad." st Times are always bad," rejoined Lambert, stoutly, " when doors that are closed by day are opened by night to receive the man of evil, and, maybe, the assassin, or the sorcerer, or the Jew. But I did not think that they had touched you, Master Cocardas." 30 THE LILY OF PARIS. Master Cocardas, as usual, turned a deaf ear to the sarcasm, and continued to chatter like a magpie the words, " Times are bad ! times are bad!" " Times are bad ! " echoed the old crone with a hoarse laugh, as, after finishing her unwhole- some meal, she shook the remnants from her lap to a rat that peeped from behind one of the bales, and helped herself up by the aid of her long skinny arms. " Ay ! the shadow grows darker in the streets, and the black mud is deeper, and greasier, and blacker, from the fatness of blood. The very narrow windows of yon houses grin with a diabolical look upon you. Nature herself has warned you. The elements have changed — the seasons left their course ; and in the sky are signs and wonders — many suns, and no moon. Come what may, something you may expect. But what will be that something? No good, I tell you." After concluding this harangue, the old woman stretched out her hand, as if to ask an alms in return for her ill-omened prophecy. Master Bourdon looked startled at this ad- THE LILY OL PARIS. 31 dress; but his ruddy face grew pale, and he started back with a veritable alarm, when Master Cocardas, the barber, drawing him and Lambert a little aside, whispered in their ears, with a mysterious air of embarrassment, that the old crone was none other than Mother Jehanne, a- well-known sorceress from the Place Maubert ; in the obscure districts about which, he went on to say, no less than thirty thousand magicians, diviners, and casters of spells, were supposed to dwell. "But Mother Jehanne," he pursued, " loves to frequent the public places ; for she is as bold and heedless of harm as a hot copper, upon which no man dare lay a finger ; and they do say that there is many a dame who listens to her divinations. Not but I ever heard her prophesy aught but evil, like an old croker as she is. She is an awful woman, however." The mercer again spat on the ground at this diabolical announcement, which brave little Master Barber himself did not appear to deliver without some trepidation; and the two were silent, and shook their heads for a time. The butcher was the first to speak again. 32 THE LILT OF PARIS. " Maybe there is more mischief than malefice in her," he said to his companions ; and, taking from a small pouch attached round his waist a trifling coin, he flung it to the woman, who caught it adroitly, and rapidly clutched her fingers over it in one skinny hand. " There, Mother Jehanne," he continued aloud, " there's a smooth coin to smooth thy tongue withal, if smoothed down it can be. Canst divine me my fortunes, beldame ? " " That were no hard matter," replied the old crone, coming forward, to the great disgust of Master Bourdon the mercer. " Have a care, neighbour Lambert, that you are not perilling your blessed soul," he said, in a whisper. " No fear of that," replied the butcher, although he crossed himself piously ; " Father Eustace, the holy confessor of our blessed guild of St. Jacques, will absolve me of all evil." " No hard matter, indeed," muttered Mother Jehanne, looking the butcher fixedly in the face ; and then, drawing herself up, and pointing one long skeleton arm aloft, as if to give herself an air of inspiration, she added, " There is blood THE LILY OF PARIS. 33 upon thy arms, man of strength — there is blood upon thy brow. That blood may dry — that blood may be washed away- — but there is more blood — more blood to come — fresh, and rich, and rare." " No wonder, beldame," said the butcher, half laughing. '* It wants no divining power to read me such a riddle. Thou seest it is my trade to deal with it." " But the blood is not the blood of oxen, or of sheep, or of lambs," continued the pretended devineress ; " it is the blood of the sacrifice for wrongs — it is the blood of " she paused, and looked upwards, as if consulting the heavens. " Of whom ?— of what ? " asked the butcher, eagerly, although he still affected to laugh. The old woman nodded her head mysteriously. " Of whom, I ask ? Out with thy say, woman," said Lambert, impatiently. Mother Jehanne crept up to his side, and, putting her mouth close to his ear, whis- pered, "The blood of the Armagnac!" With these words, she waved her finger with an air of warning, and drew back, still gazing fixedly upon the butcher's face, as if to impose upon him by her gestures. c 3 34< THE LILY OP PARIS. " What did she say ? " asked his two neigh- bours, with one breath. " No matter," replied Lambert, growing rather pale : and it was in vain that his com- panions pressed upon him for a further answer. " Blood ! blood!" continued to mutter the old woman, who had returned to her seat, en- sconced between the two bales, and again rocked herself backwards and forwards with violent agitation, as if moved by some internal spirit, in spite of herself. " Blood and poison ! — the river runs with blood, and hurries dark corpses along with it; and maybe the wells and springs shall soon yield poisoned waters, and not pure streams of health ;" and she continued to move herself to and fro, although she glanced once, with a malicious look, out of the corners of her eyes, as if to see what effect the words would make upon the men beside her. " The old beldame is not far wrong, after all," said Master Bourdon the mercer, although he had looked at her as if he would fain have driven her away from among his bales, had he not feared she might have cast a spell on him or them. " Why are the people forbidden to bathe THE LILT OF PARIS. 35 in the Seine, if it be not for fear they should count the bodies of the drowned ? But the Armagnac is master, and he does his will," he added cautiously. "Yes; the Armagnac is master," said the barber: "and after all, provided our gallants still trim their locks and bathe in warm baths, and not in the dirty Seine — ay, and buy stuffs, Master Bourdon — and eat good beef and mutton, Master Lambert — what matter to us?" " Ah ! had they not suppressed our great meetings," began Lambert, sulkily, " and taken away half the privileges of our butchers' guild, and abolished our ancient and hereditary rights, and allowed every hacker and hewer who can wield an axe to be a butcher if he list, the Armagnac might have sturdy friends among us still, and not — " He paused, and tossed his head angrily. " To be sure, your guild has been much shorn of its good old fashions, Master Butcher," said Cocardas, " but — " " And deprived the citizens of their arms, and yet forced them to do military duty, — even unto the well-doing, well-established mercers, 36 THE LILY OP PAKIS. who are married withal, and wanted at home," broke in Bourdon, who, in spite of his habitual caution, appeared to be moved in his turn by some disagreeable recollections. " It is, doubtless, a hard trial for a man of refined manners and delicate constitution," said the barber, " but — " " And obliged us to work upon the fortifi- cations," resumed the butcher, warming with the remembrance of his wrongs. " Of a truth, a most laborious occupation," interposed the barber, " but — " " And to clean out the trenches," pursued the mercer. " Most inodorous and unseemly, certainly, to a fine nose," said Cocardas again, " but — " " Hold thy foolish tongue, Master J But,' " burst forth the butcher, who had now finally worked himself up into a passion. " And ■ but' us no more with thy sheep's head, or perchance I may, butt thee." " Sheep's head, mine!" murmured Cocardas, interjectionally, indignant at this aspersion of his dapper upper man. " The truth is, we have been done foul THE LILY OF PARIS. 37 wrong, neighbours. We are honest, we master butchers, as the world well knows, and the good city of Paris," continued Lambert sturdily; " and we have loyal hearts in our bosoms ; and we do pious service at the fair church of St. Jacques la Boucherie. We know, moreover, that the evils of the land arise from the unhappy malady of our good king — whom God preserve and restore to sane mind ! and that this malady is a sign of the wrath of the Almighty, who has stricken the poor king for his sins, as he struck whilom his brother Louis of Orleans, and that we must submit to the finger of Heaven. I could not tell you better if I were Father Eustace himself, from whose mouth I learn such matters, to my profit. We know, too, that the fair youth, the dauphin, still remains to us : and in him we place our sole hope, fearing only that the Heavenly wrath may fall on him also, seeing that he goes a foolish and a thoughtless path, to the great scandal of all honest citizens ; seeking his bed of down when they rise to labour, and rising to commit unseemly extra- vagances when they lie down ; and hanging 38 THE LILY OF PARIS. jewels and gold about his person, when, may- hap, many poor citizens are starving; and spending his time in dancing and music, instead of knightly and warlike exercises as a man, — ay ! and profaning church music, and the choristers of the church and of the service of our Blessed Lady, to the use of these worldly follies. And we know, my beloved brethren, — I mean my good neighbours" — for the honest butcher, in his indignation, had got into the midst of one of Father Eustace's sermons, — " that it is our duty, if we would reform this unhappy kingdom, to reform the heir of the estate, and drive from his person all such lewd companions as lead him astray, and watch over his weal bodily and spiritual. But" — and the butcher burst again into a fit of sturdy passion, thrusting forwards his bloody arms, and clenching his fists, as if still wielding his axe, — " is that a reason why we should suffer the Armagnac, because he is present adviser to king and dauphin, to send clown his villanous Gascons upon us, to vex, and harry, and kill, and destroy, and gnaw us to the bone ? Is that a reason why we should suffer the Armagnac — " THE LILY OF PARIS. 39 M The devil in man's hide !" screeched Mother Jehanne with a shrill laugh. " That devil in man's hide," continued the excited butcher, catching up that term, already familiar to the ears of the Parisian population, " to plunge us into ruin and misery at his will ? "Was not peace already offered by Burgundy ? and did not both king and dauphin consent ? And when we thought the blessing within our grasp — when already the people cried ( Noel J Long live the king ! Long live the peace !' who forbade the peace, because he knew that peace would hurl him from his usurped power by the king's side, and in the king's name ? who plunged us again into disappointment and despair ? Who, I ask? The Armagnac — the Constable. And I for one — were there many such bold hearts in our good city of Paris — I for one" — " Hush! I pray you, in your turn, hush!" cried the more cautious mercer, looking around him upon the small crowd assembling around them, with alarm ; " you know not what you say, Master Lambert." Cocardas had fairly slunk away, as fast as his 40 THE LILY OF PARIS. slim shanks could carry him, unwilling to be compromised in the possible effect of theharangue of his " gossip," the butcher. Lambert held his peace, upon this expostu- lation of his neighbour : but he folded his stout arms about him, and looked around with an air of stern resolution and defiance. His passion, how r - ever, seemed to be calming down, when a monk with a lame foot, who had limped up to the as- sembled crow T d a few moments before, looked at him with a sneer upon his pale and haggard face. The monk was a man of small stature, and moved with difficulty, from his lameness ; but there was a fire in his dark hollow eyes, as far as they could be seen beneath his cowl, which told of restlessness, and perhaps deep and ardent thought, in that slender and crippled form. The white mantle and cowl that he wore, as a monk of the Carmelite order, set off in strange con- trast the dark tints of his withered face, and its equally dark and uneasy expression. He was followed by another member of the same order, who, however superior in size and stature his portly well-fed form might make him, seemed to THE LILY OF PARIS. 41 hold back with a sort of habit of deference to his companion. Upon his arrival, the lame monk had cast one rapid glance at the form of Mother Jehanne sitting by, and suffered a smile of grim satisfaction to flit over his thin lips. The old woman, however, gave no sign of recognition in return to this glance, and continued to rock herself backwards and forwards. " Peace be with you, my friends," said the lame monk, after a pause, which was filled up by the murmurings of -the small crowd among themselves. " Heard I not voices of complaint and strife among you ? But you are calm now : and patience is one of the cardinal virtues. Patience and peace be with you, then." In pronouncing these words, however, the tone of the monk became one of irony, in spite of himself, as it were. " Let us suffer in silence, although the altars of our Blessed Mother be violated, and her treasuries robbed — although the servants of the church are dragged from the very altars' steps, and, mockingly dressed in saintly robes, are walled up in dungeons to die — although the ornaments of the shrine 42 THE LILY OP PARIS. are seized to satisfy the lusts of ruffians and robbers — " " And such is the misery of the church, that not a puff of smoke ever comes now from the empty kitchens of our poor houses," chimed in with a deep sigh his well-fed companion, put- ting forward his fat swollen face. The lame monk cast a withering glance upon his follower, as if to bid him hold his peace, and then continued — " But nevertheless, let us suffer. Patience be with you, brethren ; peace be among you!" A murmur arose among the crowd at these words: and the butcher again raised his head boldly and sternly. But, perhaps the words had not had the full effect upon the gathering popu- lace, which was intended by the ironical tone employed; for as the monk prepared to pass on with his acolyte, and pulled his cowl more deeply over his face, he gave one last sharp glance at the people around him, and drew him- self up to the full height of his longer leg. " The dog is born to bear the stick upon his back ; but he will howl," he said ; " the sheep THE LILY 01 PARIS. 4o to be shorn of his fleece; but he will bleat. But the citizen of Paris may be stricken, and he dares not howl : he may be shorn, and he dares not bleat. Good men ! worthy citizens ! excel- lent Christians. So be it ! Again, peace be among you, my brethren ! and patience abide with you ! " And, with these words, the lame monk hobbled away, and disappeared with his companion, but not without having given a stealthy and imperative sign, as he passed, to Mother Jehanne. The gathering crowd had now begun to ag- glomerate and obstruct the thoroughfare : it consisted of workmen with the implements of their several trades in their hands, veritable arms if necessary — assistant butchers with their knives at their leathern girdles — several appren- tices, who had rushed out from their shops at this a>pect of an appearance of commotion, waving their ell-wands for want of better weapons— a few scholars from the university with stout sticks in their hands, — and no small quantity of that refuse of a city's population, ill-looking men of an indescribable nature, who seem suddenly to 44 THE LILY OE PAEIS. arise out of the earth, as it were, although previ- ously invisible, who come no one knows whence, who go no one knows whither, but who always appear there, where confusion seethes, at the moment of its boiling over, like evil spirits in a play — apparitions known at all times and in all generations in the fermenting city of Paris — all mixed up with those necessary ingredients of all crowds, women and children, who of crowds must form a part, whatever be the danger. The low murmurings began to roll up like distant thunder, and increased violently after the last flashes of the monk's irony were darted among them. There was every symptom of the germ of an emeute. Lambert, the butcher, for a moment hung down his head, as if oppressed with shame ; but now he raised it, glowing with a dark flush of red about his temples. " No," he cried aloud, " the monk belies us ! We are not sheep, that we should be shorn — we are not dogs, that we should be stricken ! " " No, no ! " echoed several voices. " Down with the Armagnac ! Down with THE LILT OP PARIS. 45 the Constable ! w screeched the shrill, harsh voice of Mother Jehanne. And when the mercer, who had seized on the shoulder of his neighbour the butcher, to caution him to be prudent and forbear, turned round, she too had disappeared. " Down with the Constable ! " shouted the crowd, in return to this first cry of resistance and rebellion. " Yes ! down with the Armagnac ! " cried Lambert, his light blue eyes glaring with his excitement. " We will suffer his tyranny no longer ! " "In Jesu's name, be quiet, neighbour!" stammered Bourdon. " You'll have the Gascons upon us ; and we men of substance can only lose by violence ; we shall be robbed and ruined! Neighbour, neighbour, forbear ! " But the butcher heeded him no longer ; his hasty blood was up, and he continued to ex- claim, " Down with the Armagnac ! " — a cry to which the shouts of almost the entire crowd responded ; the women and children shouting the loudest. " Holy Mother of Heaven ! we are lost men ! " 46 THE LILY OF PARIS. said the cautious mercer, hurrying back to his shop, and proceeding to snatch away from the counter, open upon the street, the goods that furnished it forth. " Down w T ith the Annagnac ! " shouted an apprentice, springing upon one of Master Bour- don's bales. " He has caused our linens and cloths to be seized in our shops ! And know ye what for ? Know ye what for, I say ? " " To make tents for his damnable army of Gascons ! " shouted a voice. " No," continued to cry the apprentice ; " for sacks, to throw all the citizens into the river. I had it from some of those foul men-at-arms themselves." A shout of horror followed this terrific an- nouncement. " And they have sworn to murder all the members of the guilds, for fear of their associa- tion," now exclaimed a punchy, beetle-browed man, struggling up on a stone bench with difficulty. " And when, after I had worked for five and twenty days upon their great war machine there, THE LILY 01 PARTS. 4/ on the walls," broke in a workman, who, mounting in turn upon the mercer's unlucky- bale, and knocking over the apprentice in his zeal, brandished a pick-axe in his hand, " I asked the Constable for my pay, he only an- swered, 'Hast thou not a sou, clod of earth, to buy thee a rope and go hang thyself?" u A rope for the Constable himself!" cried the assemblage. " Death to the Constable, and long live Bur- gundy ! " came the shrill cry of the old woman from the outskirts of the crowd. This new cry was caught up; and " Long live Burgundy ! " followed " Down with Ar- magnac ! " The tumult began to grow wilder, when, all at once, other cries arose from the furthermost of the throng. " The Gascons ! The men at arms ! They are upon us ! " " Run ! Run for it ! " shouted some. u No ! stand like men ! " cried Lambert, who had rushed to fetch his axe. u Let us teach them that the citizens of Paris can pre- serve their rights !" 48 THE LILY OF PA1US. The lances of an armed company of horsemen, galloping up the street, now glittered in the air. The soldiers rushed forward, occupying the whole breadth of the street, and trampling down with- out mercy every passenger upon their path who could not fly for refuge to the houses. Down they came upon the crowd, thrusting and cut- ting indiscriminately, with lance and sword, men old and young, women and children ; striking some, trampling others to the earth, not sparing even those who fled to house-corners or door- ways, sweeping before them all. A few cries of " Vengeance ! " and " Down with the Arma- gnac!" alone were proffered; and they grew weaker and weaker. Shrieks and lamentations arose on all sides ; and men, women, and chil- dren fled howling, driven before the broad galloping line of men-at-arms, like the leaves of autumn before a whirlwind. The butcher, Lambert, resisted stoutly with his axe, wounding some of the soldiery, and shouting like a madman : but he was almost the only one who stood his ground ; and he was soon hemmed in, seized by some of the men, and bound with the cords which all of them THE LILY OF PARIS. 49 wore twisted around their waists, in spite of his struggles and his shouts for rescue and ven- geance. Like a baited bull, he was soon felled, and dragged along by the horsemen. In an incredibly short space of time, the street was cleared; and a deserted aspect fell upon it suddenly, like that of the plain where the whirlwind has passed. Here and there lay the wounded and injured, like trees torn from their roots ; and a sound of groaning and curs- ing was to be heard, like the distant moaning of the storm' gone by. But the sufferers were hastily dragged away by friends or compassionate citizens; and after the brief, fierce tumult, came a comparative calm. Still there was a murmur, either near or 'distant, on the air, that sounded ominous of evil, and ceased not in the city. VOL. I. CHAPTER II. THE OEIEL WINDOW. Here 's much to do with hate, hut more with love. Shakspeare. Yet, spite of all that Nature did To make his uncouth form forhid, This creature dared to love. Parnell. Mother Jehanne had adroitly retreated from the scene of tumult, which her inflammatory words, whether uttered merely as belonging to her assumed character of a sorceress and de- vineress, or with a still deeper design, had evi- dently contributed so greatly to excite: but when the street, a few minutes before so thronged, so rife with bustle, animation, life, assumed the dead and desert aspect which followed the onset of the Armagnac men-at-arms, her withered face might be seen again peeping from behind the turreted angle of the barber-bather's esta- blishment, at the corner of the lane opposite to THE LILY OF PARIS. 51 the mercer's dwelling ; while, with her skinny fingers, she counted the number of the wounded and bruised, who were being dragged away, or limped off, or still lay upon the ground ; and she laughed the while, although without open- ing the compressed lips of her fallen mouth, but wagging her lower jaw continually, as if still employed in munching some invisible food. When this occupation was finished, she rubbed her hands with satisfaction, settled her dirty coif upon her head, combed her fingers through her tangled grizzled locks, and sat down upon the step of the mysterious side-door opening into the bathing establishment, to which the butcher had satirically alluded, as if awaiting some appointment. As she thus sat, her eyes — which, although as dim and pale and lustreless as those of a dead fish — eyes the colour of which had been washed out by many tears, or by the rheums of age, and, deeply sunk within their red lids, were ever moving about in a state of restless observation, — fell upon the form of a young man, who, leaning with folded arms against a dead D 2 UNIVERSITY Of fllNOIS LIBRARY 52 THE LILY OF PARIS. wall on the opposite side of the,lane, looked across the main street unmoved, and seemingly im- movable, upon the mercer's dwelling, — or rather upon a small sculptured oriel window, in one of the projecting angles of the house, before which a few flower-pots, filled with the budding flowers of spring, and placed upon a stone ledge, seemed to announce that there was some fair hand within to tend them. Mother Jehanne gazed long upon the youth, with a curiosity, and almost an emotion, incom- prehensible to herself; for, although acute ob- servation of all men and things seemed to be a part of her trade, yet she could scarcely herself account for her eager study of the being before her, unless it were by the attraction that a good mien involuntarily commands : and she — oh ! she was far beyond the years when good looks cause the bosom to beat — she had no longer a heart to feel sympathy and affection — she might have found ugliness, and deformity, and misery, more congenial to her feelings. The young man seemed to be about one-and- tv/enty years of age. His frame appeared one THE LILY Or PARIS. 53 of power and muscle — for be was tall, and his shoulders were broad, and bis bearing erect and bold — although too thin for perfect symmetry. His face possessed a certain degree of beauty, although again too thin and fallen about the cheeks to be called decidedly handsome: and while, on the one hand, there was a look of rest- less passion and strong feeling about bis brow, now knit together, now raised, and now bent low, which showed an ardent and excitable tempera- ment ; there was, on the other, an expression of determination, almost obstinacy, about his firmly set and somewhat heavy jaw, which marred the sympathy that might be excited by that passionate and consequently poetical look : the marked expression of both these traits of cha- racter, however, were now greatly merged in the general vacant and absorbed air, with which he kept his gaze fixed upon the window of the mercer's house. His eyebrows were dark, and somewhat too strongly marked ; his complexion was of a deep olive brown and very pale ; his hair almost black, and hanging down about the con- tour of his face, straight and lank, but turned up 54 THE LILY OP PARIS. inwardly with a heavy roll of curl all round, before it fully reached his shoulders : and amidst these swarthy tints gleamed out a pair of fine dark grey eyes, deeply set beneath his overhanging brow. His cloth cap, turned up on all sides and forming a peak before, was thrust back carelessly upon his head, and dis- played a wide, open forehead. He was dressed in a tightly fitting vest of green cloth, open at the bend of the arm so as to leave the shirt- sleeves visible; and pantaloons of the same colour and texture showed off the proportions of his thin but muscular limbs ; his shoes of half-tanned leather, which rose barely above the ankle, and then flapped over, were long and sharply pointed, as was the fashion of the times, although not turned up according to the exaggerated mode of the young nobles. A girdle of light-coloured leather, encircling his slim waist, held suspended not only his leathern pouch but also a sort of dagger, or cutlass, with a broad curved blade, which he wore in spite of the late edict against carrying of arms by citi- zens except when on active military duty ; its THE LILY OF PARIS. 55 highly polished hilt seemed to tell that the hand of the wearer was accustomed frequently to handle and caress it. His whole appear- ance was that of one who, if not decidedly handsome, struck upon the fancy and com- manded attention. All these particulars did not escape the habi- tual powers of observation of the devineress. But after gazing at him, for a considerable time, with that fixed and intense look, of the magnetizing powers of which experience had rendered her aware, she got restless and impa- tient upon finding that it failed of its usual effect, and that the young man never removed his eyes, for a moment, from the object upon which he looked. At length she rose, as if no longer able to control the feeling that urged her, and hobbling across the lane, stood by the young man's side. It was not, however, until she had placed a skeleton hand with hard gripe upon his shoulder, that he started and turned to look upon the person who demanded his attention. " There is more to be read upon thy face, 56 THE LILY OF PARIS. young man," she said, still holding him by the shoulder at arm's length, and gazing upon him earnestly, " than monk or churchman might find in many a book of lore." "What want you with me, woman?" ex- claimed the young man, startled from his reverie ; " if it be alms, take what I can give, for poor and wretched enough you seem to be ; and leave me, leave me ! I have business ; I cannot — will not be disturbed." And, with these words, he thrust his fingers into the open- ing of his pouch to seek some coin. " Not from thee, young man — not from thee," replied the old crone, releasing her hand, and waving it with an air of refusal. " And yet I know not why I will not take an alms from thee, — for thou sayest truly, I am poor, and thou art to me but a stranger, — as the first foolish gull that' I might meet beneath a porch, or at a street corner. But still, I will not. No." "Go, then," said the young man; although no longer harshly. " I know you not. I can do nought for you, say you. Leave me, now." THE LILY OF PARIS. 57 But the old woman did not stir, and continued to look upon him intently. U A fair brow, and a bold," she pursued, assuming her mystic air. " There is that written on it which proclaims great deeds, and high and mighty fortunes. There is about it the glory of a name, as the golden glory about the brow of an enshrined saint. Thy brow is a fair one and a bold, young man." *' You are a sorceress, then," said the young man, with one gleam of satisfaction, as if averted from his preoccupation for a moment) and touched, in spite of himself, by this pro- phecy ; the next moment, however, he added impatiently, " But I want no trick of thy trade now, beldame. Go; leave me, I say,'" " There is courage in thine eye," pursued Mother Jehanne, disregarding his command ; " and yet thou standest here, and heedest not the cry of thy fellow-citizens, as they are wor- ried by the hounds of Armagnac. There is resolution in thy lip ; and yet thou remainest with folded arms, indifferent, while suffering Paris utters its bitter howl to the sky, in misery. D 3 58 THE LILY OF PARIS. Didst thou not see, but now, how the poor innocent lambs were cut to the earth by the butcher ? Didst thou not hear — and the moan still rings upon the air — the cry and the curse — the cry of despair, and the malediction upon the devil in man's hide ?" "What mattered it to me?" replied the young man, with increased impatience. " Let the foolish railers pay for their folly." et What matters it to thee ?" echoed the old woman. " I tell thee, there is that writ upon thy face, which read aright, would say that it shall matter much. What matters it to thee ? It matters much to all who dwell within the walls of this most wretched city, that the villain Armagnac grinds it to the dust, and kneads that dust with the gore of its inhabit- ants to mould himself a crown of power ! It matters much, I say, when traitors, and usurpers, and assassins rule the city." " But this is treason, woman! Peace, I say !" exclaimed the young man. " You are beside yourself, to utter such foul words in public thoroughfares." THE LILY OF PARIS. 59 " There are no ears but thine to hear me," pursued Mother Jehanne, undaunted ; " and thou art no traitor. I can read that in thine eye." "Traitor, I am none — traitor! never!" ex- claimed the young man, with more animation than he had yet shown ; " nor can I hear treason spoken thus." if Is it treason," continued the old woman, taking a more whining tone, " to cry when thou art maimed ? to flinch, when thy skin is flayed from thy back ? Is it treason when the oppressed flings back his tear of blood upon the head of the oppressor, and kisses not his hand nor licks his feet ?" " What matters this to me, I say again ?" cried the young man, angrily. " Let who will rule the land, provided he touch not me, and those whose very hair upon their heads is dear to me. Go, I tell you, beldame, and leave me in peace." But Mother Jehanne seemed still unwilling to give up her object. " What fascinates me in thy face, I know not," she recommenced, while the young man 60 THE LILY OP PARIS. shrugged his shoulders, with a vexed air. t( Why I should care for thee, more than for the first senseless soul that, heedless of the woes of others, slumbers in its selfishness, I cannot tell. But so fate wills it." Perhaps the old woman was once more about to assume an air of prophetic inspiration, but seeing that the young man had turned his back upon her, and again fixed his eyes upon the window on the other side of the street, she crept closer to him, so as almost to put her mouth to his ear ; and, altering her tone, she proceeded in a loud whisper : — " Thou hast no eyes to see ; thou hast no ears to hear. Thou art young and likely. Then I can read thee thy riddle, without stars or book, or water-bowl, or pan. Thou art in love. Ha! ha!" The young man turned quickly, with a faint flush of colour in his pale cheek. " I tell thee I will not listen to thy folly," he stammered, after a pause. " Thou art in love !" cried Mother Jehanne, again ; " and love renders blinder and deafer THE LILY 01 PARIS. 61 than old age, my sweet gallant: it renders blind and deaf to the wail and the woe of others. Love is selfish — selfish ever. A pretty toy is a soft heart ; but soft as it be within, hard as flint is the rind it bears without." " What know you of love or me?" broke in the young man angrily. " Begone, before I force you." The old woman hobbled a little aside, out of the reach of the young man's arm. M Is it the mercer's buxom wife?" she said with a grin. " Sooth to say, she has a pretty face and a well rounded bosom." The young man threw his head on one side, indignantly ; but there was no flush of colour now in his pale face. " No matter," pursued Mother Jehanne. " Pastime — pastime, all ! And there is more in thee than such folly of a heyday hour. Thy love is of a day, and as such, will die ! " The victim of the old woman's alternate zeal and raillery was growing more impatient, when suddenly a sharp whistle came from the end of the lane furthest from the street. Mother 62 THE LILY OF PARIS. Jehanne turned, as at a well known signal ; and in the vista were to be seen the forms of two Carmelite monks, who passed quickly on and disappeared, the one limping hastily forwards, the other following him with a portly swagger. The old crone paused for a moment, looked again fixedly upon the young man, shook her head, and with the words, " Our paths are so laid down that they will cross again," shuffled away in the direction of the end of the lane. The young man had remained regardless of any incident but the departure of his tormentor, and had again turned to gaze upon the window, on which, although no face appeared at it, a bright gleam of sunlight had fallen, playing gaily with the flowers; and it was like an augury of future happiness to his heart. The lover — for such he evidently appeared to be — rernained long at his post of observation, his eyes unmoved, watching each gleam and shade that flitted across the narrow panes of that small oriel window, and exhibiting no other signs of impatience — although patience may have been judged not to have been one of the THE LILY OP TARIS. G3 virtues of his character — than the occasional nervous movement of his dark eyebrows. As he thus still stood absorbed, regardless of the few passengers who went by in the narrow lane, another young man turned the corner of the barber's house, and stopped. His first thought seemed to be to look up also to that same window, and to heave a heavy sigh. But, almost at the same moment, he became aware of the form of the person close by. His next movement was then to draw back : but upon second thoughts he shook his head with a gesture of vexation, as if ashamed of such an act of weakness, coloured highly, shuddered with a sort of nervous tremor, and sighed again. This new comer was a youth dressed in a suit of rusty black serge, which had evidently seen long service, and was worn and patched about the knees and elbows, although as clean as its present state permitted it : on his head he wore a round flat cap, the colour of which had been originally black, although now softened down into a dirty brown, and from beneath which his light rough 64 THE LILY OF PARIS. flaxen hair fell down in shaggy mass upon his shoulders ; and on his back was hung a species of cloak of black stuff, with long hanging sleeves that almost reached the ground, the time-worn rags of which were carefully tacked together. His belt was of black leather; and from this girdle hung also a pouch, the flattened sides of which seemed to tell that it contained not much within : on the other side, in the place of the cutlass worn by the other young man, was suspended a horn with a closed metal covering, such as was sometimes worn at the period, to contain all the necessary implements for writing. If the appearance of the first young man was striking, without decided or regular beauty, that of the last comer, who was perhaps a little younger, was decidedly plain. His face was long and lantern-jawed ; and upon the hollow cheeks rested a patch, rather than a glow, of colour, which seemed to indicate a consumptive tem- perament : his mouth was large — his nose long and thin : his pale and somewhat prominent light eyes were heavy and languid about the lids, but wore an expression of touching melancholy, THE LILY OF PARIS. 65 which became piteous to see as he looked upon the lover at his post. His frail fkure was spare and bent, and seemed to have been bowed, by suffering in health, almost to deformity, so sunken was his heavy head between his shoulders: his gait was staggering, as if his legs were almost too weak to support his body, spare and slender as it was. Illfavoured as was his whole appear- ance, however, it was one that must have inspired pity more than dislike, and might have excited sympathy by the expression of his eyes. The sickly, crooked youth set his lips together with a hard pressure, and then allowed a con- vulsive movement of a peculiar kind to flit over his mouth and his brow, as if with an uncon- trollable feeling of irritability and vexation, while he gazed painfully, for a time, at his companion. But this look died away almost as quickly as it came ; and the whole expression of that poor face faded into its habitual tender air of melancholy. He walked, as calmly and boldly as his customary gait permitted him, to the other young man, and saluted him with a voice so soft, so musical, that it must have immediately done 66 THE LILY OP PARIS. away with all disagreeable impressions his plain face and ungainly figure might have created. " Perrinet, kind friend," he said, with a faint attempt at a careless smile of gaiety, " dost thou intend to grow against that naked wall as an ivy bush, or wouldst thou become a great painted marmouset for its adornment ? Methinks Jupiter is about to work upon thee some such meta- morphosis as we read of in the sweet poet Ovid, so immovable dost thou stand there. What hast thou done to irritate the great king of the gods?" "Yvon!" exclaimed in a vexed tone the young man addressed as Perrinet, starting up from his leaning posture, " how earnest thou hither ? Why didst thou seek me here ? I did not call thee ; I do not need thee ; officiousness is no proof of loving friendship ; and the closest brotherhood shrinks back from importunity." " I did not seek thee, Perrinet," said Yvon mildly, in answer to the harsh tone and words ; " if my path has crossed thine, it has been be- cause chance has traced it." Another flitting flush of colour passed, like the shadow of a cloud, THE LILY OP PARIS. ' G7 rapidly over Yvon's face at these words; but then, commanding this transient feeling of em- barrassment, he added, " But why say I chance ? Is it by chance that the iron follows the load- stone, although it be unconsciously, as I have followed thee ?" And as he spoke, a gentle smile played over the lips of Yvon's large misshapen mouth, like a faint gleam of suulight on the maelstrom. " But what has brought thee from thy studies at the grave professor's feet yon side the Seine, thou most sage and assiduous of scholars of our good university of Paris?" said Perrinet more kindly, as if unable to resist the softening in- fluence of that smile ; " Thy poetry is pretty enough, dreamer : but poetry is not truth, amice. There thou hast a word of thine own scholarship, methinks." The colour deepened now more than ever upon the hectic face of the poor scholar ; and he cast down his eyes in embarrassment before he spoke again. " Poetry is truth," he said at last, without looking up, "the truth of the heart and feel- ings. Can I ever forget thy kindness to the 68 THE LILY OF PARIS. poor kloarek, as in my native land of Brittany they call us poor houseless wandering scholars, who are compelled to beg — ay, to beg from door to door, in order to live and learn : and learning to us is more than life, thou knowest ; — whose lodging in the winter is the stable or the shed — whose dwelling in the summer is the shady bank by the brook side — whose food is the scanty remnant, bestowed ofttimes by kindly hearts scarce less poor than the poor kloarek himself — whose little knowledge is gleaned from the compassionate priest or monk — whose greatest treasure is the dirty piece of parchment picked up at the convent-door, on which he can note down the learning he would keep by him, mistrustful of his memory — whose only true friend is the blithe child he teaches in the chimney-nook, or beneath the elm, in return for the charity bestowed by the parent in the genial warmth of his fire, or the loaf of bread and pot of lard ? But thou heedest me not," he added with a sigh, seeing that Perrinet had again fixed his eyes upon the window with an absorbed air. Perrinet, however, w r aved his hand to the THE LTLY OF PARIS. 69 poor scholar to intimate to him that he listened, although he turned not away his eves from his continual point of observation. " Can I ever forget, Master Perrinet," con- tinued the kloarek, whose heart appeared to be overflowing with many thickly coming feel- ings, " how, when formerly led by a thirst for knowledge, which my poor resources, coming only drop by drop, could not quench, and rendered only more burning within me — when a resistless ambition covered my eyes with a mist, through which I only dimly saw great forms that beckoned to me ever, and would not be dispelled — when a voice cried ' On ! on ! ' and could not be stilled — and in the vista of my dreams rose ever the mighty city of Paris, and its famous university — the true, ever-flowing fountain-head of all science, at which draughts great and deep, and never-failing, may be quaffed by those who thirst for knowledge and faint by the way — and I came alone and barefooted the long weary road, begging for my daily bread, and finding charity more scanty the farther I left my native home, the nearer I approached the city of cities 70 THE LILY OF PARIS. — can I ever forget how you, Master Perrinet, when you found me lying at the door of your smithy, exhausted by fatigue, half dead from hunger and want, did raise me in your arms, and warm me by your armourer's forge, and pour reviving cordials into my mouth, and set before me food — how you gave me wherewithal for my first needs — how you found me shelter for my aching head, and poured the balm of comfort on my aching heart — how }^ou pointed out to me the fields whence the learning might be gleaned in plenteous harvest by those whose hands are ready to catch the ears as they fall — how you defended me, at the hazard of your own life, with bold heart and strong arm, when other scholars mocked me for my poor misshapen form and uncouth accent, and would have wo- fully mishandled me, mayhap — how, that never- forgotten day of the blessed Christmas gone by, when the sky was dark and dreary above, but the gleam of sunlight came suddenly upon my heart, you bestowed on me the name of friend? — Can such things be forgotten ? Does the flower forget, think'st thou, the dew of heaven that THE LILY OF PARIS. 71 revives it? does the poor dog forget the hand that has caressed it?" And the large light eyes of the poor kloarek filled with tears. " Xo more of this, I pray thee, Yvon," said Perrinet, who had at last turned to him, as if attracted, in spite of himself, by the kloarek's emotion ; " Have I not forbidden thee to speak thus? Thy poetical fancies lead thee astray, poor fellow, into strange exaggerations often." " Maybe, maybe, alas!" replied Yvon, again hanging his head with a piteous look ; but then he raised it again with a sudden jerk, as if dispelling, violently, some sad thought, and added, " Yes, I would but have told thee in plain language, Perrinet, that I love thee too well to disturb thee wilfully in thy doings, although thou didst rebuke me for my inoppor- tuneness just now — too well, to seek to penetrate a secret thou dost seem to hide from me." But in spite of these words, and although he with- drew some steps as he spoke, as if about to retire, the kloarek looked inquiringly into his friend's face. u Why shouldst thou think I have a secret to conceal from thee ? " inquired Perrinet, harshly. 72 THE LILY OF PARIS. Yvon shook his head, gave one glance at the oft-mentioned oriel window, and sighed deeply. " Or, rather, why should I conceal it from thee ? " continued the young armourer, in an- other tone, recalling him to his side with a gesture, immediately obeyed, and taking his hand. " Spite of thy foolish fancies, which lead thee ever to the clouds, thou hast a kind and sympathizing heart for more terrestrial thoughts, I know." The hand, which Perrinet took, trembled in his, as though the kloarek feared to hear the revelation which, but the moment before, he had evidently desired: but the lover heeded not the emotion of his friend. " Look me in the face, Yvon," said Perrinet. Yvon obeyed, although evidently with em- barrassment and unwillingness. "I have a tale to tell thee," continued Perrinet, "which thou wilt little comprehend, perhaps; for what shouldst thou know of love ? — thou, who livest in the arms of knowledge — that, by my truth, must be but a cold mistress." The kloarek blushed more deeply than ever, and turned away his eyes, as though, by that THE LILY OF PAULS. 73 movement, he could have concealed his height- ened colour from his friend : but Perrinet, like a true lover, was too absorbed in his own feelings to heed any emotion in another — in one, more especially, of whom his proud consciousness of superior strength and comeliness never could admit a thought of jealousy — and he pursued — " And it is of love that I would speak. Call all thy fancy of poetry to thy aid, poor boy, to imagine that ardent passion thou canst not feel " — another spasm from Yoon's hand — " that absorbing thought, that devotion, soul and body, to another, which leave no rest, which chain thee to the place where thou mayest see her, which render her presence paradise, her absence a hell on earth in utter darkness. But see ! I speak but of love, and I fall into thy rhapsodies. Look what it is to love. And I love, Yvon ; I love, ardently, passionately, devotedly." "And she thou lovest ?" stammered Yvon. " Look at yon window," continued Perrinet, " where those flowers seem to bud the brighter and to smell the sweeter, from the touch of the VOL. I. E 74 THE LILY OF PARIS. beauteous hand that tends them. Soon shall that window open — soon shall that hand appear — and then, then, Yvon, comes my bliss on earth." The kloarek now grew very pale, and trembled more than ever. " Thou shalt stay and see that hand, Yvon," pursued the lover ; " but little wilt thou be able to judge thereby of the wondrous propor- tions of her lovely form — of the exquisite fashion of her face, beautiful as — " Perrinet hesitated for an expression to convey his sense of the beauty he would vaunt. " As the fairest face of saint that limner ever painted," broke in Yvon, " or of a Madonna in her robes of gold-fringed purple and crown of heavenly stars. Yes ! oh, yes ! She is the fairest lily God ever fashioned to bloom as woman upon earth." " Thou knowest her, then ? " inquired Per- rinet, with some surprise. The kloarek hesitated, coloured again, again grew pale, " Thou speakest, methinks, of that beauteous THE LILY OL PARIS. 75 maiden who dwells at the house of Master Bourdon the mercer," he answered, trying to command the tremor of his voice, " The Lily of Paris — Lys d'Ange, as the people call her — the angel lily — that symbol of purity which the heavenly messenger bears aloft in the good pic- tures of the Blessed Annunciation. I have seen her, by chance, as she has visited yon church of St. Leu-St.-Gilles. Speakest thou not of her ?" " Thou hast seen her, then, Yvon," said Per- rinet, without further remark ; " and had thy scholarship a heart to feel, it might have beat, too, at beholding her. But thou hast none, my poor sickly boy : and how, and why, indeed, shouldst thou love ? Nay, do not flinch," he continued, unable any longer to be ignorant of the evident emotion of the kloarek, but totally unaware of the bitter pain he was inflicting. " Thou knovvest I am not one of those who mock thy strange ungainly form. 1 spoke but of thy soul, ab- sorbed in learning. But thou hast a poet's eye, it seems ; and thou canst judge her beauty. Is she not lovely, Yvon ? " " And does she love you in return ? " inquired E 2 76 THE LILY OF PAEIS. Yvon, anxiously, without trusting himself to answer Perrinet's question. *' She loves me ! yes, she loves me ! " replied Perrinet, " although with all too cold a love. Her soul, like thine, is ever far too much lifted above the earth to feed on earthly passion. And yet, she loves me — oh ! she loves me, I am well assured. Has she not known me from our childhood ? were we not playmates together, until our childish fancy grew up into affection ? and how should she not love me ? The abbess of St. Magloire, who was a sort of guardian to me in my childhood, and frequently sent to fetch me from my father's house, and caress me in the convent, and give me sugar-plums and dainties, (she was my godmother, I believe, but, sooth to say, I know not well,) was her near relation ; and, when her father died, it was the abbess who received her beneath the convent's roof, although she left her free of will to become the bride of heaven or not. And, trust me, she shall have another spouse : she shall be the bride of one who will make her happy upon earth. There we met, thus and often, in our childish davs ; and THE LILY OF PAPJS. 77 now, although the foolish old abbess will not that we see each other more — now that we are girl and boy no longer — I can come to speech of her at the house of Dame Pernelle, the mercer's wife, ber aunt, whom she visits sometimes for many days together, with the permission of the abbess. But lately, seest thou, Dame Pernelle, who thought, mayhap, that I might have paid a closer court to the buxom aunt in place of the beauteous niece, has laid all kind of slight upon me, and told her I am a good-for- nouglit and a wantoner, unworthy of her-glance, and that I am no fitting husband — well to do in the world though 1 be now — for so fair a maid, and forbids me the house ; God's malediction lisrht on her ! " " And she — ?" stammered Yvon, apparently deeply interested in the simple love-story of the young armourer. " She loves me still, I tell thee, unbelieving Thomas," exclaimed Perrinet. " When the jolly mercer and his wife are well employed below, she gives me a sign that I may come ; and then — ah ! trust me, lad — a lover bold has 78 THE LILY OF PARIS. always means of entrance. And now it is near the hour of noon. Their midday meal must soon be ended ; and may it stick in their throats if they swallow it not quickly ! It is long enough since they retired from their counter there below, after the skirmish in the street. They will soon return. That window opens — her pretty hand appears. Yvon, Yvon, thou canst not know the tumultuous beatings of a lover's heart, its foolish fancies. The time is not yet come ; and yet I cannot but stand here, will I or no, and gaze upon that window, whence she will give the sign. I know that it is not come; and yet I have stood thus for hours past." The poor kloarek had hung his head more lowly between his shoulders, and dropped at one moment the hand of his friend with the haste of one stung by a serpent; but as Per- rinet ceased to speak, he again looked up ; and, although there was the moisture of swelling tears in his eyes, his face had assumed its usual look of melancholy calm. A flush of colour about the temples alone seemed to indicate that THE LILY OF PARIS. 79 a storm of strong feeling had passed within him, and been subdued by a stronger force of will. " All happiness attend thee in thy loves !" he said, slowly and deliberately. " Thank thee, good lad ; I know thou art sincere in thy kind prayers," responded Perrinet ingenuously, although with somewhat of that tone of condescension which, unknown to him- self probably, he was wont to use towards his more humble friend. The young armourer still continued to utter broken phrases, alluding to his ardent attach- ment, and the charms of his lady love — his eyes again fixed upon the window, with even still more eagerness and impatience than before ; but his sad listener had now shrunk behind him, and clasped his hands before his face, although by the nod- ding of his head in mute assent to some of his companion's observations, he seemed to be feel- ingly alive to every word he uttered. The street became comparatively more and more empty as the hour of noon approached, which, at that period, was the hour when most of the good citizens of Paris were engaged in 80 THE LILY OE PARIS. their midday meal, or the repose that followed it. But there were still two strollers upon the highway, whose appearance was sufficient to command attention. The one seemed to be a youth of slender and effeminate proportions, as far as could be judged beneath the sort of cloak or robe of dark and thick silken stuff, which hung about his neck with a clasp upon one shoulder, and enveloped his whole person, save where the opening down the whole of the left side showed a more tightly-fitting embroidered robe of finer damask beneath, and where the sleeves of the same under-garment were visible. The scarf of white silk, which hung from the roll of his jewelled head-dress, was so disposed also about his neck as to cover most of the lower part of his features ; but his long, light, care- fully curled hair, and as much of a delicate and handsome face as was visible, betrayed his extreme youth and agreeable appearance. The companion, who followed him rather than walked by his side — at such a distance as an inferior might take so as to show his respect, although without being out of reach of easy conversation — THE LILY OF PALIS. 81 was less richly dressed, but with more preten- sion of display ; his outer garment reached, however, only to his knees, displaying his tightly -fitting pantaloons of striped gaudy co- lours, and his pointed shoes : his cap was not adorned by any scarf; and upon his left shoulder hung suspended by a broad band a stringed musical instrument, shaped like a lengthened gourd, with a long crooked beak. This latter personage was evidently several years older than the youth whom he accompanied ; and his dark southern face, adorned with a profusion of black curling hair, and illumined by a pair of dark in- telligent eyes, might have been considered handsome, but for a reckless and worn ex- pression, and a settled flush of colour, pro- ceeding probably from habitual excess, which had replaced the meridional glow in nature's freshness. The two personages sauntered up the street, the first one now and then turning his head to speak gaily and laughingly to his follower, who, with a slight inclination, seemed to answer by some ready and amusing jest. As they ap- E 3 82 THE LILY OF PARIS. proaclied the mercer's dwelling, however, they appeared to assume a certain degree of caution : after looking about them, and glancing at the open counter of the mercer, where the little apprentice was nodding drowsily over the wares he was set to guard, they stopped beneath the oriel window at the corner of the house. The youth, after looking up at it with a passionate glance, beckoned his companion nearer to his side, and leaning both his arms languidly upon one of his shoulders, whispered in his ear. A command appeared to have been given ; for the elder personage shifted his musical instrument so as to bring it before him, and, after striking a few chords upon it, began to sing, in a voice of much richness, although in a subdued tone, a few words of a glowing love-ditty of the land of Provence. After a moment he paused, and then, upon a word from his companion, again commenced. Attracted by the circumstance of these two personages occupying a position beneath the same window which was the object of his whole attention, Perrinet started up from his lounging THE LILY OF PARIS. 83 posture, and in an instant, as if by an instinc- tive and involuntary movement, grasped the hilt of his dagger. " Who are these gallants," he exclaimed, " who dare to stay their steps beneath her win- dow, and tune up their lewd lays within hearing of her ears ? " The kloarek placed his hand upon Perrinet's arm, with an entreaty to prudence : but the young lover shook him off. u I will soon stop their wanton howling," he cried angrily, " and slit their throats if needs must be, to know what songs they will sing then." He again pushed the kloarek aside, as if he were about to spring with the bound of a wild beast into the street, when a the same moment the younger personage turned his head at the noise of voices in the lane. His scarf was some- what displaced by the movement; and Perrinet stood aghast at the aspect of that fair and deli- cate face, as though he had seen a spectre. Although his hand still lay upon the hilt of his dagger, it seemed to be without nerve or power. 84 THE LILY OP PARIS. " He — he ! " stammered the young armourer, as if speaking to himself. The kloarek gazed upon him with surprise. " Oh ! it is he !" muttered Perrinet still, fall- ing back against the wall ; " I know his face well ; I have seen him at the mysteries of the Guild of the Holy Passion. He, beneath the window ! Oh ! I am lost — lost ! " "What moves you thus ?" said Yvon, eagerly. " But no ; she cannot love him," continued Perrinet ; " she cannot be so base. Her soul is too pure to be nattered by the court of such a boy, because — oh no ! she cannot know — can- not encourage— and yet — oh, malediction ! " — And the excited lover set his teeth firmly to- gether, while his whole face was convulsed with rage, and his brow was flushed with the dark tints of passion. Meanwhile the two other personages had been disturbed in their occupation. Master Bourdon and his wife had made their appearance at the shop counter opening upon the street ; and, seeing two " such swaggering gallants," as he expressed it, close by, the jealous mercer had THE LILY OF PARIS. 85 authoritatively sent the grumbling Dame Per- nelle, who cast many a look behind her, and perchance even a smile or two, into the dark recesses of the magazine behind, and attacked the lingerers before his house with his cry of, "What need ye, Seignors ? cloths, stuffs, em- broideries rich and fair to see, silks of damask — " But he was not able to conclude his enume- ration of his wares ; for the younger personage turned his back, saying low to his companion, "The cursed citizens — the plague light on their heads — cannot leave us undisturbed in our amusements now-a-da}-s ! Come, Babolin ; we will find a better time for having speech of that bright face ; this much vaunted Lys d'Ange shall not escape me." He then sauntered on with the dissatisfied frown of a spoiled child upon his fair brow ; and the other, after making a face of comic stolidity at the mercer, as if unable to restrain his humour, followed at a little distance, laughing heartily. The tumult of Perrinet's mind, however, was not soothed down by this departure of the two men : he continued to mutter angrily to himself: — 86 THE LILY OF PARIS. " Not satisfied with their delights in gilded halls," he said, " their music, and dancing, and chambering, must they come now to cast longing lustful eyes upon the love of the poor citizen ? And their glitter and their soft words are as sun- shine and music to a woman's eyes and ears. And are not all women so ? and do not they all cast away the loving heart bestowed within their keeping, as the coarse offal of the earth, to clutch at gaudier, more alluring toys ? All — all ! And shall she — she too ? " "Perrinet, beware, beware!'' said Yvon, taking his hand affectionately. " Ay ! trust me, I will be on the watch, my lad," he answered. " Not so," pursued the kloarek. " Beware of jealousy; beware of the serpent that steals around the heart before we see its deadly coils, and gnaws — there — there" — he pressed his other hand tightly on his own heart — " with deadly and venomous bite ! Beware of the poison of its fangs, which creeps into the blood, and turns it into boiling venom. Better death than such a torture !" Yvon spoke with bitter earnestness. THE LILY OF PAHIS. 87 " What chatterest thou of jealousy, foolish boy ? 1 am not jealous — no !" cried Perrinet, scornfully ; but he bit his lip, and bent his dark brow, and stamped with his foot. On a sudden, however, the expression of the young armourer's face changed entirely. The faint click of a lattice latch struck on his ear, even at the distance of the intervening street : a casement of the oriel window opened : a small white hand appeared above the flowers : a little branch was plucked, and fell, as if by accident, into the street; and then the hand was with- drawn from the casement opening. A look of joy irradiated the young armourer's face, and called a quickly evanescent cloud upon that of the poor kloarek. "Yvon, farewell; she calls me," exclaimed Perrinet. With these words he darted into the street, and takinsr a circuit to avoid Master Bourdon's D eye, approached a small alley, which separated the mercer's dwelling from the neighbouring house. Before entering it, however, he paused, crept cautiously beneath the oriel window, 88 THE LTLT OF PARTS. seized on the fallen leaves, pressed them to his lips and his heart, concealed them about his person, and sprang into the alley. After pro- ceeding down it a few paces, he stopped beneath a wall — the trees sweeping over which, seemed to indicate the existence of a court or garden be- hind the mercer's house — sprang with a bound to seize the top of the wall with his hands, swung himself up with force, threw his person over, and disappeared. Yvon stood gazing upon his friend ; and a » sigh, deep as a groan, burst from his bosom, with an involuntary feeling of envy, perhaps, on witnessing this display of force and agility in the athletic young man. When Perrinet had disappeared, he seated himself languidly on the step of the barber's side-door, and covered his face with his hands, uttering aloud the words, " What, indeed, should the poor, miserable, deformed kloarek know of love ? for who should love him ? " After a moment, the tears trickled sadly through his thin fingers, and down the backs of his hands. CHAPTER III. THE LILY. She seem'd a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven. Keats. Give me more love, or more disdain, — The torrid, or the frigid zone : Either extreme of love or hate Is sweeter than a calm estate. Carew. In the upper chamber in the mercer's dwell- ing to which belonged the oriel window that seemed to be so alluring a point of attraction to the three young men, who, each in his turn, had fixed his eager attention upon it, sat the person who was, apparently, the loadstone of their hearts. She was indeed, as Yvon had described her, a beauteous maiden, who seemed to have but lately budded from girlhood into woman- hood, so fresh, so bright, so pare, was her whole aspect. Her fair hair, parted so as to display a high, white, thoughtful-looking fore- head, fell in such a rich proportion of abundant curl, that, after forming a frame to a soft, oval 90 THE LILY OF PAEIS. face — to which her violet-blue, tender eyes, her calm, finely-chiselled features, and the serious repose of her imaginative mouth, imparted an air of gentleness and thoughtfulness combined — and curving slightly over her sloping shoulders, it followed the undulations of her lovely figure until it nearly reached the ground, and covered her like a thick network of golden threads. A long white dress, fitting tightly about her young bosom and her slim waist, swept down below and about her feet in ample folds ; and its hanging sleeves, tight to the elbow, but opening at that point with a profusion of material which also nearly reached the floor, displayed her white, gracefully rounded arms, and her small, fair, tapering hands, that were now quietly clasped together upon her lap. She was seated upon the step of the small recess, formed by the projecting oriel window in an angle of the room; and the rays of sunlight that found their way through the narrow panes, fell upon her bright hair, and illumined its golden threads as if with a saintly glory. It scarcely needed, however, to complete the illusion, the halo that, thus acci- THE LILY OF PARIS. 91 dentally flittering around her head, contributed with her white dress to give her the celestial and airy appearance of a creature of another world ; for there was the gleam of such a sweet angelic smile about her mouth, even when in repose, — such a bright beam of innocence that rested on her pure brow — and a ray of such calm, contemplative glory in her eye, that the picture she formed as she thus sat in the full force of the only light that illumined the cham- ber, was that of a reposing angel. The rest of the picture formed by the small chamber was feebly lighted, and sombre in all its tones. The room was surrounded on all sides, save at the stone recess of the narrow window, by rudely sculptured dark panelling. The oaken bed, which with its twisted columns and its heavy canopy occupied an undue pro- portion of the space of the room, scarcely re- lieved the general sombre tints of the wood work by its heavy dark green curtains of maroon : a couple of rudely painted chests, which served the double purpose of depositories of clothes, and seats, barely stood out from the background, 92 THE LILY OF PARIS. in spite of the gaudiness of their colouring. An ivory crucifix, suspended above a sculptured kneeling-cbair, opposite to the foot of the bed, the book of prayer open upon the back of the chair, a round metal shell-shaped basin, fixed into the wall for the purposes of ablution, and a linen cloth hanging by its side, together with a white lily placed in a small vase on the ledge of the chair beside the book — an emblem, it would almost seem, of the pure and fair maiden herself, such as the kloarek had described her — alone caught up some of those rays of light absorbed in the general gloom, and gleamed forth from the darkness. The scene was such as to permit the fair apparition to remain in the full force of its lustrous brightness. The maiden sat thus calmly with her listless air, her head hung gently on one side ; although the fixed earnestness of her blue eye seemed to tell that she listened and waited. Presently she raised her head, and looked more earnestly, as an approaching stealthy but hurried step was heard behind the wainscoting ; she rose quietly, and without any heightened flush of THE LILY OP PARIS. 93 colour upon her face, without the least trace of stronger emotion being apparent in the heaving of her bosom. A side aperture in an angle of her room opened : a young man entered, and closed it hastily behind him. It was Perrinet. " Odette!" he exclaimed, hurrying to the maiden's side and taking one of her fair hands in both of his ; " do I see thee again at last ? How long has my heart yearned for this moment! What nights of sleepless impatience — what days of wearying restlessness, have I lived through in alternate fever-fits of despair and hope — hope of such a blissful moment as the present— despair of seeing thy beauteous face again. Ah ! how beautiful thou art, Odette ! how lovely thus Nay ! shake not thy pretty head thus coldly and reproachfully. Yes, Odette ; there have been moments when I have despaired. When Dame Pernelle — a plague and malediction light on her ! well, well ! look not thus sadly at me again ; I will not swear, I do protest to thee — when Dame Pernelle, good Dame Pernelle, sweet Dame Pernelle, if thou will'st, forbade me to visit her dwelling — Nay, nay, not that look, once more ; 94 THE LILY OE PARIS. surely thou may'st permit me a gesture of im- patience, if not a word : it were too hard to control the very movement of a finger, or the twitch of an eyebrow, — when I could not see thee more, and followed thee to thy matin orisons and vesper prayers in the Church of St. Leu- St. Gilles, my heart was like to break my bosom with joy and grief, and happiness and spite : but when, in answer to my mute distant supplica- tion, thou didst make a stealthy sign, to let me know I might once more see thee as before : oh ! then, my happiness was nigh too much for me. I staggered from the church drunk with Do joy, as one drunken with strong drink. Dost thou love me then, my heavenly Odette — dost really love me? Well ! do not speak. I would not have thee speak and say i Nay.' I do believe — I will believe that thou dost love me. And so the whole live-long blessed morning have I stood before that window to wait for that sweet sign which once before thou gavest me. I waited with patience, I do protest to thee, Odette. Thou hadst not again upbraided me for my violence and ardent eagerness, hadst thou deigned to look THE LILY OF PARIS. 95 forth and see me. Oh ! I was most patient, although my heart did beat, perchance, in fevered measure, *as it beats still, still. Feel how it yet beats, Odette !" and he pressed the hand he held, firmly to his bosom. " Does it not ? Tell me now, } r et do tell me — dost thou love me? Not as I love thee — that were impossible. Still thou lovest me, after thine own fashion. Thou lovest me, dost thou not, Odette V\ The fair being gently disengaged her hand from the young man's bosom, and smiled kindly, but thoughtfully, upon him. " Come — sit down with me, Perrinet," she said softly ; " I would speak with thee as a friend." " A friend!" echoed Perrinet, in a tone of vexation. " Come !" she said again: and, leading him by the hand to a chest near the window, she made him sit down upon it by her side. She paused for a time, as if embarrassed how to address the young man, while he gazed fondly on her. " Perrinet," she said at last, " if I pause be- fore I speak, it is because I fear thy violence — " 96 THE LILY OL PARIS. " My violence I" broke in Perrinet abruptly, and with an impatient movement. " Am I not calm — calm as thou couldst wish me, and as thou hast ever preached to me to be ? And yet thou speakest now of violence ! " " Forbear with me for a moment," said Odette. " I know that thou art fondly attached to me, even since our days of childhood, as I am to thee. Have we not ever been as brother and sister to each other?" " Brother ! sister ! " exclaimed Perrinet again, impatiently ; but Odette went on, unheeding his nervous movement. " As a sister I have loved thee — as a sister I hope to love thee ever — " " Ah ! thou lovest me not at all, if thou canst speak thus coldly," broke in the young armourer again. " Thou triflest with me, Odette. Thou knowest that I speak not of such love. Brother and sister ! Cold attachment ! Thou knowest that I speak to thee of that burning passion which absorbs my whole soul, and leaves it but one thought, one hope, one future. I do not bid thee love me thus ; but tell me not thou lovest me as a sister only. Thou lovest me not at all, THE LILT OF PARIS. 97 if thou canst speak thus of love. Thou knowest not what it is to love — thou dost not understand the very word ;" and he turned away his head with bitterness. " Not understand — not feel !" replied Odette, still holding his hand affectionately. " Thou dost me wrong, Perrinet. Do I not love the godly Saviour of the world, who stretches forth his hand to bless us suffering mortals in the wondrous statue of yon church ? do I not love our blessed Lady, who beams down upon us with such beneficent looks from the shrine ? and, heaven pardon me if I err in mixing mortal beings with the immortal, — do I not love our good old abbess ? do I not — ay ! do I not love thee, Per- rinet ? Not feel — not understand ! It seems to me that such, who, as Dame Pernelle, have the word ever in their mouths, and chatter strange things, incomprehensible to my ears, and liso and rave of love, and then forget what they have said, or afterwards deride it, feel and understand it less. When the poor beggar, who receives an unexpected alms, looks with joy into your face, is not that love ? when the sufferer, nursed VOL. I. f 98 THE LILY OF PARIS. in sickness — the starving mother, whose children are fed by the hand of charity — the sorrower who receives the words of comfort, stammer their words of heartfelt thanks, is not that love ? When the child gambols at your feet, or sleeps upon your knees — when the poor dumb beastfixes its meaning eyes upon you, to express its grati- tude for food bestowed — when the flower turns fondly to the sun — is not that love ? Seest thou not, Perrinet, that I can feel and understand ?" " Thou art an angel, sweet Odette," replied Perrinet tenderly; although he slightly shrugged his shoulders, and allowed a sigh of vexation to escape him ; " thy pure words are as the dew from heaven. But no — thou dost not under- stand. I fear thou dost not feel. And yet thou sayest thou lovest me. That one word I heard; and I will cling to it." 61 Then, now listen to me, Perrinet," continued Odette, taking both his hands in hers as if to make him prisoner. " Thou wilt not doubt that I do love thee, any longer. Believe then that my words are words of love for thee. In pity for my maidenly shame, I must entreat THE LILY OF PARIS. 99 thee no longer to follow me thus, and, by thy presence, force upon me, will I or no, worldly visions and worldly thoughts, in the midst of my devotions. It was to entreat thee this and earnestly, that I again made sign to thee, that I would see thee." " But if I yield to this most strange request," replied Perrinet, " thou wilt promise to see me oftener, in secret here?" " No," said the maiden, gently and sorrow- fully shaking her head; " it cannot be. I have yielded to thy impetuosity in granting thee these clandestine meetings : and I have done wrong ; for I have felt that even with thee, Perrinet, my brother, such a deed of concealment was a sin ; and yet have I yielded." " What dost thou mean, Odette?" burst out the lover, struggling with her hands. " Thou wilt not see me more ? Thou listenest to the deceiving counsels of thy foolish aunt !" " What I do is of my own inward feeling, that, foolish if it be, yet deceives me not," re- plied Odette. M Thou canst not mean it," cried Perrinet im- f 2 100 THE LILY OP P4PJS. petuously. " Within the convent's walls thy presence is now forbidden to me : thy visits here were my last hope of gazing on thy beloved face, of listening to thy sweet voice : and of this last lingering charm of life thou wouldst deprive me. Oh ! drive me not to madness." " Thy passion alarms me and convinces not," said Odette, sadly. "My duty it was to say what I have said, — to do what I must do. We shall meet again ; and thou wilt love me still : and I will love thee ever. But, when relations frown, and kind guardians forbid, I cannot — dare not see thee. Secrecy is sin." - " But art thou not my bride ?" continued the young man with increasing passion. " Hast thou not sworn — or said — no matter now the words — that thou wouldst be my wedded wife ? And wilt thou thus forswear thyself? I tell thee also, maiden, /, that perjury is sin." " What I have said is binding as had I sworn, which I have not," replied Odette. " When the time shall come that, with consent of all, we can be man and wife, I will be thine, Perrinet, my earliest friend, my brother — so be it that thou THE LILY OF PAKIS. 101 lovest me still — so be it that thou remainest true to thy honour and thyself, as true to me. If God wills it otherwise, I will be the bride of heaven." And she cast up her eyes with a glance of celestial inspiration, and let fall his hands. " Odette! Odette! "cried the lover, springing up impetuously ; " thou shalt be mine — in spite of friends, of guardians, all — in spite of heaven and earth and hell." " Blaspheme not," interrupted Odette, raising her hands to him imploringly. w Be calm, Perri- net, be patient. Our good abbess loves thee well, although she thinks it not becoming that we should meet until I am of age to know and exercise my duties as a wife ; my aunt, in spite of her black looks to thee, bears thee affection, I am sure. The time will come — " " Patience ! calm !" broke in Perrinet. " Can I be patient, when delays are ever opposed to the time which is to give thee to my arms? The abbess, foolish woman, knows nought of the passion, that devours the lover's breast, and will not brook such obstacles. Thy aunt, capricious, envious — but no matter now what I may think 102 THE LILY OF PAKIS. — will but heap obstacle on obstacle in our path. There is no hope in them : and I cannot, will not, bide their bidding. Thou must and shalt be mine. Calm should I be, too! — calm!" he continued with much bitterness, while Odette, unable to restrain him, gazed on his agitated face, reproachfully and sorrowfully, as he paced up and down. " Can I be calm when lewd gallants are tinkling their filthy music beneath thy very window, and would seduce thee with their pretty looks, and honied words, and minc- ing airs of courtly presence-chamber? Calm ! when jealousy; yes jealousy, Odette! — for I de- nied it but just now, — but so it is — gnaws at my very heart-strings. Thy ears are too chaste, Odette, to be defiled by their accursed lays of love — thy eyes too pure to look upon their effemi- nacies. But women's ears are tickled easily ; and women's eyes are quickly dazzled : and then they fling their hearts after their eyes and ears." "Perrinet!" cried Odette, reproachfully, rising from her seat with an air of calm dignity. " Nay ! pardon me. I was hurried on, I THE LILY OF PARIS. 103 knew not how. I spoke not of thee, thou knowest — no, not of thee. How, how could I speak thus of thee ? " stammered Perrinet in some confusion. "Perrinet," continued the maiden, "thy passion and impatience go nigh, sometimes, to kill the love I bear thee. I have already told thee this." " But seek I not thy pardon for my words ? Why, then, reproach me more?" continued the young man. Odette shook her head. u Is the fault mine, if that young, — those young nobles, I would say," pursued Perrinet, hastily, " stir the bile within me, when they would rob us poor citizens of our hearts' treasures ? I am a loyal man and a true : but there are moments, like the present, when I would almost call down the curse of heaven upon court and king." " Alas ! the hand of heaven lies heavily enough, already, upon our poor deluded king," said Odette, fervently. " Speak not of the poor sufferer thus." " Well ! I was wrong again," said Perrinet. 104 THE LILY OF PARIS. " But yet, he — he — I feel that I could hate him bitterly." " Of whom speakest thou thus rashly ?" in- quired Odette. " Of him who would bring his debauched friends and troubadours to play the gallant be- neath thy window." " He thought not of such follies, trust me," said the innocent girl. " He was a youth of goodly presence, and his face beamed with purity and candour." " Thou sawest him, then ? " asked Perrinet, angrily. " Thou lookedst forth on him ? " " I saw him as I came to the casement to give thee thy desired signal," replied Odette, simply. Perrinet paced the room again ; his face was violently contracted. " Avoid him — avoid the young serpent, I bid thee, Odette," he said, at last. " He is but just hatched of his egg 9 and, already, he must have his light-o'-loves. Look not on him more; look not on him, I command thee — I entreat thee." " But, who is he, then, that thou thus warnest THE LILY OF PARIS. 105 me of him ? " inquired the simple-minded girl, with a slight shudder. " No matter," continued Perrinet, angrily. * I warn thee, maiden : and that should be sufficient for thee. Thou talkest of duty — hast thou not, then, duty also to thy lover, which thou shouldst follow and observe ? " " Perrinet, we must part," resumed Odette, after a short pause ; " let us not part with harsh looks and angry words." " Part ! already ! " exclaimed Perrinet ; " when thou hast given me no time to speak to thee of my love — my ardent devotion?" " We must part," repeated Odette ; " we have lingered, already, far too long alone to- gether." "But yet, to meet again ? " said the lover, eagerly. " Thou canst not be so cruel as to banish me from thy presence, as thou hast said. Thou wilt not drive me to distraction ? " " Thou wilt take the assurance of my affec- tion — the hope that we may meet again, when it is permitted us ; and thou wilt bide thy time, F 3 106 THE LILY OF PARIS. " Thou ! thou lovest not as I ! " exclaimed her lover, again. " Thou feelest not as I ; and thou canst speak thus coldly. Alas ! that it should be so. But, oh ! I entreat thee, my life's joy, let not these poor leaves wither on my heart before they be renewed ; " and he pulled forth the leaves he had picked up in the street, from his bosom ; " or, with them, I shall wither too." Odette looked on him sorrowfully, at this passionate address, and was, perhaps, about to answer him, when suddenly she started. " I hear voices below," she said. " Surely, more persons than one are mounting the stairs. Go, I entreat thee, Perrinet." " Not until I have the assurance that we shall meet again, and soon," exclaimed Perrinet, violently. " Must I repeat what I have said before ? " answered Odette. " Ah ! they come to be the witnesses of my folly and my shame. Thou, then, will'st it so." " But part not thus," cried the lover. " Give me some hope — some promise." THE LILY OF PAHIS. 107 " I do repeat I love thee as of old," was the answer. Although dissatisfied, Perrinet clasped her to his bosom, and raised her hand to his lips. He looked around, espied the white lily in the vase, and seizing it, as if still unconsciously mindful of Yvon's comparison, with the words, " Be this thy portrait to my heart, until my eyes rest on thee again," hastily snatched it from its receptacle* Then he tore himself away with a last glance ; but, as he departed through the entrance by which he came, there was a look of dogged resolution on his brow. Odette looked after him with a heavy sigh. She clasped her arms tightly across her bosom ; but her face was calm and thoughtful, as was its usual aspect, when the principal door of the small chamber opened. It was the buxom wife of the mercer who entered. Although Dame Pernelle did not think it expedient, perhaps, to give herself the airs of adopting the more aristocratic and fashionable head-dress of the great ladies of the time, and 108 THE LILY OF PARIS. " raise her horn aloft ;" yet, she had permitted herself to wear upon her head another of the fashions of the period, which, if less exalted, was still no less preposterous, unwieldy, and full of pretension. Two great pads, or rather bolsters, of velvet, covered with a tarnished gold network, stood out from either side of her head to so enterprising an extent, that she was forced to bend, and turn, and wriggle, and per- form sundry other manoeuvres, which gave her gaudily attired person the appearance of a great boa-constrictor, before she could edge her way into the room, without entirely disturbing the equilibrium of the huge superstructure. Her full bosom still heaved in its tight vest, after her exertions, as she advanced into the room, and chucking Odette under the chin, with a familiar gesture, held up a letter above her head. " Well, lady pale-face, my lily," she said, laughing, " we must part, it seems. Her rever- ence, the Lady Abbess, who is thy guardian, since thy father chose to appoint her so, in lieu of thine own natural blood relations, sends thee THE LILY OF PAULS. 109 this missive, with her blessing, and a monk, and a couple of old hags, to fetch thee back. Sorry shall I be to see thee go from me, Odette : but needs must, when the devil drives. St. Gilles pardon me. that I should speak of her rever- ence and the prince of darkness in the same breath." But although Dame Pernelle expressed her regret at losing her charge, there was no sorrow in her eye, but rather an expression of joy, that she should be thus rid of a visitor, whose bud- ding charms already bid fair, even in her own eyes, to outrival her ample, but somewhat mature attractions, and allure away that homage to which she had been so lon£, — alas ! too long — accustomed. Odette smiled, and put her head on one side, with a gentle look of regret; but she received the letter with that air of calm dignity, which was her characteristic. " What writes the Lady Abbess, fair one ?" said Dame Pernelle, carelessly, when, after aiding Odette with bustling officiousness, to cut the band of white silk that bound the letter crossways, by means of the scissors that hung, 110 THE LILY OF PARIS. together with her keys and a variety of multi- farious articles, by a long chain from her waist, she saw the passive girl slowly perusing the contents of the letter. le What news ? why sends she for thee, in this unwonted way?" " I may not tell you, since she forbids me to divulge the contents of her missive ;" said Odette, smiling, and placing the paper in the bosom of her dress. " But to me, thy aunt — thy nearest blood relation — thou needest to make no mysteries; — the Lady Abbess could never refer to me ; so tell me ;" cried Dame Pernelle, boiling with curiosity, to know what before was to her a matter of indifference — now that a secret seemed connected with it. " Sooth to say, dear aunt, I could not tell you, if I would ;" replied Odette. " The Lady Abbess writes to me in terms so ambiguous, — so little comprehensible, even to myself, of some mission, — some high destiny that awaits me, — I know not what, — that were I inclined to break her trust, which our Lady forbid, I should be little able." " Well ! " exclaimed the offended mercer's THE LILY OF PARIS. Ill lady, bridling up with an air of clumsy dignity, and shaking the big bolsters of her head-dress, in order to show her perfect indifference. " Well, our Lady knows, and all the saints to boot, that no one is less curious than I. "What matters it to me ? I can be as indifferent to your doings, if I list, and to those of the Lady Abbess too — high as she holds herself — although people do say — no matter what — but flesh is flesh. I never meddle and make, particularly if it be a matter of State politics, which, mayhap, it may be ; for the Lady Abbess is very thick with his Countship, the Constable — wonderfully thick to be sure — and if it be a matter of State politics" — Dame Pernelle looked at Odette sharply ; but she had calmly fixed her eyes upon the ground, as if submissively waiting the conclu- sion of Dame Pernelle's discourse ; so Dame Pernelle ran on : — " if so it be — why the less 1 know about it the better. I want not to burn my fingers by playing with the flame, be it Armagnac or Burgundy who holds the torch ; be the cry for king or dauphin, bless his pretty face; or Isabel, the queen, whom Heaven pre- 112 THE LILY OF PARIS. serve ; for what matter to me her frailties and her follies, of which they make such a mighty fuss, poor dear woman ! flesh is flesh, as I said before; and the king, although her husband, cannot well count for one; and so, why not bless her too? But I want not to meddle with politics, as I say to Bourdon, who is always putting his nose, far too much, into such mud ; and if it be a State secret, I beg you will not tell me, maiden ; for I would not know ; I would rather stop my ears." Dame Pernelle put her fingers under the bolsters in the position indicated, though without any appearance of really obstructing her sense of hearing ; but, seeing that Odette did not proffer any intelli- gence, she removed them with the words — " Although it be but little friendly towards near kin of blood to withhold secrets that might with security be trusted to a faithful bosom." " You told me, that emissaries from the Lady Abbess awaited me ;" was Odette's only answer to this effusion. " To be sure ; the monk, and the old women," replied Dame Pernelle snappishly. " And if THE LILY OP LAMS. 113 go you must, child, so be it." So saying she opened one of the chests, and pulled out a large stuff veil or cloak, formed somewhat in the shape of a monastic garment, with which she covered the whole person of Odette. " There are you wrapped to the Lady Abbess's heart's content ; no fear of any gallants peering at you : and your wardrobe shall be dispatched to the convent, as may please the Lady Abbess to command." " Farewell, my aunt," said Odette, while Dame Pernelle bestowed with her full lips a kiss on her pure white forehead — a kiss from earth bestowed on heaven. " Bourdon you will not see," chattered the dame as she led her to the door. " He is gone to inquire about neighbour Lambert, who has got into trouble — the more fool he : and if my silly husband would but leave off this meddling and making with other people's affairs — although truth is, he is a cautious man and a slow — and it does no harm that he should leave his counter sometimes, and let me have a little freedom — " Without, upon the stone landing-place at the 114 THE LILY OF PARIS. top of the winding staircase, stood a small spare Carmelite monk, attended by two lay sisters from the convent. He fixed his eyes scrutinizingly upon the maiden's face, left visible by the upper part of her dark covering being thrown back, as if he would have read her whole character at one glance. The result of this rapid investiga- tion seemed to be favourable to his wishes; for a grim smile of satisfaction passed quickly over his hard mouth. " Come, my daughter," he said ; " our holy mother awaits thee eagerly. Dame Pernelle, good day; and may heaven preserve you in these fearful times of want and misery, until it grant us a change. Benedicite." Dame Pernelle would willingly have chattered a little to the monk, as he descended the stairs, in the hopes perhaps of gleaning some infor- mation relative to the mysterious proceeding of the Lady Abbess. But her head-dress stuck in the doorway, and prevented her following the figures retreating down the stairs. She struggled, she wriggled ; and at the very moment she hoped to make good her passage, a noise in the THE LILY 01 PARIS. 115 chamber startled her. The small half-concealed door in the corner of the room opened ; and Perrinet burst into the room. " Holy Virgin!" cried the affrighted woman. " Dame Pernelle ! " exclaimed the young man, in surprise at seeing her still in the room. " Master Perrinet ! how came you here ? " exclaimed the mercer's wife in turn. " No matter," replied Perrinet impatiently, seizing her with firm gripe by the arm. " Whither have they taken her ? What would they do with her ? " " God's life ! what brought you here ? Did I not tell thee, master — " commenced Dame Pernelle. "Whither is she gone, I ask?" interrupted Perrinet. " Tell me ! I will know. From what I heard there seemed a mystery." " What should you want with Odette, you good-for-nought ?" commenced Dame Pernelle ; but as the young man grasped her arm with greater violence, she screamed, " What know I ? The Lady Abbess of St. Magloire— " " The Abbess ! only the Abbess !" exclaimed 116 THE LILY OF PARIS. Perrinet. " But still I must — I will know why thus suddenly messengers are dispatched for her." And releasing Dame Pernelle, he hur- ried away, without another word, down the staircase. " Thou rude unmannerly loon ! Thou base- born churl ! Thou — " shouted after him Dame Pernelle, red in her face, and suffocating with anger. But, finding that he was out of hearing, she settled her monstrous head-dress, and ar- ranged her tight robe about her bosom, changing her tone, and adding, with a sigh, " He is a likely fellow after all : pity 'tis he should be such a fool to fix his fancy on such a pale-faced puling girl. Pale as a lily, in sooth she is : for my part, I cannot understand the fuss they make about this Lys d'Ange ! " CHAPTER IV. THE ABBESS OF ST. MAGLOIEE. I've seen the last look of her heavenly eyes, I've heard the last sound of her blessed voice, I've seen her fair form from my sight depart. Joanna Baillie. Her cheek was pale ; her form was spare ; Vigils and penitence austere Had early quench'd the light of youth ; But gentle was the dame, in sooth. Walter Scott. When Perrinet reached the street, he looked around in vain for the objects of his search. There were no forms, of the nature he expected, to be seen in the crooked vista of the street towards the direction of the convent of St. Ma- gloire. He darted to several of the narrow lanes, that at that time separated the houses in far greater numbers than at present ; but in none of them could he see any persons who bore resemblance to Odette and her escort. Much time went by in these vain and hurried search- 118 THE LILY OF PARIS. ings, until he could not but own to himself* however unwillingly, that they must already have passed on, out of sight, whatever the di- rection they had taken. The Rue St. Denis had also commenced to refill with its usual crowd after the hour of the midday meal ; and the increasing number of passengers rendered his search a more puzzling one. Master Cocardas, the trim barber, was again standing before his open porch, exercising that voice, which, in spite of his protestations, was not of the most melodious quality, in invi- tations to his baths and his barber's bench, and displaying his jaunty figure to its full advantage, while ogling the pretty faces of all classes that passed his establishment. " Heh ! Master Barber," said Perrinet to him, with some of that impatience and arrogance which formed a part of his character ; " you must have seen pass forth from the mercer's house a fair maiden, accompanied by a monk and two lay sisters, as I was told ; they seem not to have taken the road to the abbey of St. Magloire, as I at first supposed. Which way did they go ?" THE LILY OF PARIS. 119 11 There is never a fair form goes by that does not bestow a look upon persons who shall be nameless," replied Cocardas pertly, not over pleased at the authoritative manner of his ques- tioner ; "and if you speak of the beauteous Odette, the niece of Dame Pernelle, the fair Lys d'Ange, The Lily of Paris, as they call her, why, she cast a glance of so much fire upon my poor worthless face, that, by our Lady, I was dazzled on the spot, and so blinded by that ray of love, that I saw not which way she went." " Puppy ! " exclaimed Perrinet angrily, " canst thou not give an answer to a plain question, without overloading it with all this quintessence of affectation, as if thou wert deluging a beard with sickly perfumes? She ! cast a look of love on thy insignificant form! thou dancing poodle, in vest and hose ! She! But I am a fool to anger myself with such a creature. Which way went she ? I ask again." " Nay, uncivil words stop a man's mouth like a razor drawn across it," replied little Master Barber, sulkily, although rather alarmed at the passion displayed by the young man ; " I know not, I say. But why ask? women go but 120 THE LILY OF PARIS. two ways — if not to the church, it is to the gal- lant's chamber — if not to God, it is to the devil ! " and thus saying he prudently stepped back out of the reach of Perrinet's arm, into the recesses of his bath-house, where he muttered at his ease, " He called me puppy, and he depreciated my parts. Would I could trim his beard on the wrong side of his head for him ! " Perinnet had laid his hand upon the hilt of his dagger, but then shrugging his shoulders, he cast a glance of contempt at the retreating form of the barber, and hurried in the direction of the abbey of St. Magloire, where he hoped, at all events, to obtain from the abbess, who had been the guardian to the childhood of them both, some account of Odette's mysterious summons away from the mercer's house. But in spite of himself the words of the barber rang in his ears, and although attaching no value to such ex- pressions, he continued, involuntarily, to repeat to himself, " If not to the church to the gal- lant's chamber," with set teeth and frowning brow, as he strode quickly forwards, thrusting all who met him impatiently to the side. The abbey of St. Magloire, which, until within THE LILY OF PARIS. 121 a comparatively late date, stood upon the direct thoroughfare between the heart of Paris and the town of St. Denis, although within the walls of the city, but which has now been en- tirely swept away, except a few broken walls of its former church, that have been used for the foundations of modern houses, was a severe- looking building, with a somewhat heavy and compressed front towards the causeway, but of greater extent behind. The church belonging to the establishment, but constantly open to every one who desired to enter it for purposes of devotion, adjoined the entrance portal, and was of similar plain and heavy structure, with- out much of that brilliant and aspiring ornament so full of deep meaning, so rich in religious symbols, which is usually the characteristic of gothic churches. It was to the open door of the church, instead of the low stone entrance-gate of the abbey, where beneath the heavy porch was collected a herd of beggars, old men and women and chil- dren, awaiting the opening of the gates for the distribution of the remnants of the mid- VOL. I. G 122 the lilt hi r.'.Ms. day meal of the inmates, that Perinnet directed his steps. He trod hastily along the aisle of the church, in which hut a few personages, half- by the darkness of the building, were at prayer, bending his body, and making the of the cross as be ched the altar, but more it would seem from the mere force of habit than from any feeling of devotion at the mo- it : then, entering a low doorway at the end of the building on the right, and descending by into a vaulted passage, which he traversed with the air of one accustomed to tread its dark opped at a closed door, and rang a bell, which his hand found immediately in the obscurity. After a short period a wicket was opened in the door, and a withered face appeared at it. " Who is there? who wants admittance at the private entrance?" said a cracked voice. " It is J ;" replied Perinnet hastily, " I want '■ the Lady Abhess, and immediately. Let me in." " Ah! Master Perinnet, i.^ it yon V' said the oil woman, "I did not know you at first, for THE LILY OF TAHIS. 1:23 the passage seems to get darker and darker every day. I do not know how it is, but the sunlight is never so strong now-a-days as it used to be." "Open, I say, Ursule;" said Perrinet im- patiently; "I must speak to the Lady Abbess forthwith, I tell you." " Nay, nay," croaked Ursule the porteress, u not so hasty, young man. I am afraid you cannot be admitted now. I know that you are the foster-child of our Lady Abbess, if I may say so, and you have your privileges, more than any other male mortal man, barring their reve- rences, and perhaps more than you should have: but the Lady Abbess has been strict of late about your comings and your goings — and very right too, for you are no child now, Master Perinnet, and " " No folly, Ursule," exclaimed the young man, grasping and shaking the bars of the grat- ing. "My business with the Abbess is urgent: and I must come in." " c Must,' is for heaven, and 'will' is for the king," laughed the old woman, shaking her head. G 2 124 THE LILT OF PARIS. " The Lady Abbess is already engaged on press- ing business; and that is the truth: and, were I to let you in, I cannot say that you could come to speech of her.''' And old Ursule coughed and shook her head again. Perrinet stamped with his foot ; but then, moderating his rising passion, he said, " She will not refuse a hearing to her unhappy foster son, you know it well, good Ursule : nor would you, who have been young, and, I warrant me pretty yourself, and have had a compassionate heart in your bosom, and have so still, I doubt me not, when I tell you that I am wretched and need consolation." " Well ! well ! ' said the portress, after a sigh and a smile — but whether brought to her old withered lips by the indirect flattery of the young man, or a more ingenuous feeling of compassion, must remain doubtful. " I will take upon myself to let you in, this once ; for if you need the con- solation of religious counsel, far be it from me to bar the way to you ; although I cannot answer for it that our Lady Abbess will receive you." TIIE LILY OF PARIS. 125 The door was at length opened by the monastic she-Cerberus, to whom the young man had thrown so adroit a sop ; and Perrinet was admitted into a more strongly lighted small paved hall. From thence he followed the portress, who continued to grumble to herself about the questionable expe- diency of the deed she had done, through cloisters and corridors, into the interior of the establish- ment. This way appeared so well known to him, that he was constantly on the point of breaking forward and preceding the old woman: but she kept him resolutely back, with remonstrances about his impatience, and absolutely forced him to keep pace with her, as she panted up a flight of broad stone stairs. In a large naked room above, was another lay sister employed at a table in making cramped and minute entries into several large account books, with an expertness unusual in females of the period. She rose at Perrinet's entrance, and expostulated, like the old portress, against disturbing the Lady Abbess in her present business. But Perrinet's argu- ments, and perhaps still more the knowledge of his former intimate footing in the house, at 126 THE LILY OF PARIS. length prevailed upon her to take his message to the Superior. After a space of time, which appeared almost interminable to the impatient young man, she returned to say that he must wait the leisure of the Lady Abbess, who would receive him shortly. Introduced into a smaller room, also suffi- ciently bare of furniture, but looking out into a tolerably extensive garden on one side of the abbey, and forming an ante-room to the chamber of the Lady Abbess, Perrinet was left alone to cool his heated blood as best he might, with an order to wait quietly. At first he paced the room with his usual impatience : then, as a faint murmuring of voices reached him from the inner room, he could not resist the impulse to approach the door. All at once the feeling came across him, that among those indistinct sounds, he heard the low musical voice of Odette. He applied his ear to the entrance : but the door was too strong, too completely closed, too thickly cur- tained within, to allow any distinct accents to reach him. And yet, again, it was surely the voice of Odette that vibrated so sweetly to his T1IE LILY 01 PARIS. 127 heart, if not to his ear : and then the Lady Abbess seemed to speak in solemn tones. He could scarcely restrain his impatient desire to break through every order and enter the room of the Lady Abbess : his habitual respect for the Superior, however, checked this impulse. At length all was still. He listened for some time, his hearing sharpened by his eagerness. Then he thought he heard steps in the garden; and looking out, he saw a thickly veiled female form, accompanied by a Carmelite monk, and two sisters of the house, enter a small door beneath a cloister. He could have sworn that it was Odette. She had really returned to the convent, then? But why this mystery — why a manner of proceeding so unusual in her return? he asked himself. "While occupied with these thoughts, the sound of a handbell came from the inner chamber ; the sister from the outer room passed through to the room of the Abbess, and, shortly returning, lifted the curtains of the doorway, and told him to enter. Perrinet obeyed. The Abbess of St. Magloire sat alone in a high-backed chair raised upon a step, near a 128 THE LILY OF PARIS. table, on which lay two or three illuminated manuscripts, a crucifix, and the handbell with the small hammer by its side : at her feet was a cushion, upon which seemed still to remain an impress, as if some being had lately knelt there. The Abbess was a woman apparently about five- and-forty years of age, although in reality she might have been some years younger, but wearing a look of premature age, caused by the rigours of a monastic life, or some secret sorrow — a look enhanced also by the severe aspect of the mo- nastic dress that framed her face. That face had been one of much beauty, alihough now worn and very pale : and there was a calmness, not however amounting to severity, in her look, that bestowed upon her a certain air of dignity, which perhaps, at an earlier period of her life, she did not possess. If calmness of mien be not always grace, it wears the semblance of dignity often. A recent emotion appeared still to have left a moisture in the large expressive blue eyes of the Abbess. 61 Benedicite, my son ! " she said, as Perrinet entered. THE LILY OF PARIS. 129 The young man knelt at her feet, and kissed with respect the hand extended to him. " You have expressed a desire to speak with me, Perrinet," said the Abbess, after a pause, during which the young armourer still knelt, " and upon matters of an urgent nature, as was expressed to me. What have you to say ? Speak! You know that my ears are ever open to the voice of those who need my aid, and seek my consolation, and to none more than to thee — to you, Perrinet," she added, correcting hastily the tenderer and more emphatic mode of address; u you, who have grown up to man's estate be- neath my very eye — you, who have been as a child to the childless. Speak!" " Thanks for those words, mother," said Per- rinet, rising from the cushion, and standing cap in hand before the Abbess, " and mother, too, I may call you, in a worldly as in a spiritual sense, since you call me child, since you have ever been as a mother to one who never knew his own. Thanks for those words, for they tell me of your continued kindly feeling, and your con- fidence; and I would speak with you openly, as G 3 130 THE LILY OF PARIS. a man should speak, upon matters nearly touch- ing myself." The Abbess flinched slightly at these words : but then composing herself immediately, and removing all traces of a passing feeling of sur- prise or dread, for such it seemed to be, from her expression, she waved her hand to Perrinet to continue. " Mother," pursued the young man, " you are one of those privileged beings, half angels upon earth, who, pursuing the even tenor of their path of duty in calm piety, are raised above the feelings and the frailties of the earth ; but there was a time, perhaps, when your heart beat more warmly, — when you might have better understood — But what ails you, mother?" he exclaimed, suddenly breaking off, on seeing an ashy paleness cover the face of the Superior. " Proceed ! " said the Abbess resolutely, al- most harshly, although in a choked tone of voice, and with a look of trouble in her eye. " I w T ould but have said, that perchance you might know how to compassionate my feel- ings," continued Perrinet, still gazing on her THE LILY OF PARIS. 131 with some surprise. " But why should I thus linger on my way, like a truant urchin, who fears to march stoutly forward in the darkness ? Let me speak out ! When you nursed and taught me in the convent as a boy, my mother, you lavished not on me your only tenderness : you were a guardian also to the orphan, Odette de Champsdivers. Thus, when a hoy, I learnt to love my little playmate as one loves a toy — when a youth, I cherished the bright budding girl as the perfumed rose one lays upon the heart, until one grows intoxicated with its odour; and now I am a man, I love with all the ardent fiery passion of manhood's hotter summer. But you know this, mother — you know it well : you have seen my growing love : and, though you approved it not entirely, and forbade me any longer those mo- ments of rapture when I could see her here, yet you have allowed me the fond hope that Odette should become the wife of my bosom " — " I have been imprudent — most imprudent, Perrinet — I do confess it," said the Abbess, evi- dently greatly relieved as to the subject of the young man's revelation ; " but I was blinded by a foolish fondness for you both." 132 THE LILY OP PARIS. " Oh ! say not this, my mother," broke in Perrinet more impetuously ; " say not that it was folly ! say not that it was blindness ! The hope of calling Odette mine own is the guiding star that irradiates the path of my whole life. Is the star hid by clouds, my path would be in darkness, and lead but to death. Nay, speak not yet, my mother : hear me out. Again, I say, I cannot live without her. If you have not expressly bid me hope, in words, you have en- couraged that fond hope in many ways. I have learnt to look upon Odette as mine — irrevo- cably mine. I would have brooked delay, perhaps, to meet your will, not in patience, maybe, but still sustained by trust in a bright future ; but now my mind is troubled. To-day — but a short hour ago, you sent for her in a manner so doubt- ful, so mysterious, that an undefined dread of evil has possessed me. Oh tell me, my mother, tell me — Where is Odette ? What has become of her? what would you do with her? Speak! keep me not in an agony of doubt, for — I open my whole soul to you — I tell you I cannot, will not, live without her." " You grieve me, my poor son," said the THE LILY OF PARIS. 133 Abbess, looking at him with mournful emotion. " Imprudent I have been, indeed. May God and the Holy Saints forgive me ! Perhaps, I too, had hoped — had wished, — but I have been led astray. Nought know we of the future: and yet we stumble blindly forwards, as if that future -were clear and distinct before our eyes." ic Your words alarm me still more," exclaimed Perrinet impetuously. " Where is Odette ? what purpose had you in your summons ? Speak ! Nay ! look not so harshly, I do entreat you, mother." " The decrees of heaven are above us all," replied the Superior, evasively : " it is not for us, weak mortals, to seek to thwart them — not even to murmur against them. This convent has been honoured with a mission, which may render it blessed among the many ; and it has fallen to the lot of Odette de Champsdivers to be chosen for a high and mighty purpose. Mur- mur then not, my son ; for, should God guide her and bless her pious efforts, her destiny is one to be envied of all women." Perrinet started back, as a thought caused his 134 THE LILY OF PARIS. cheek to grow still paler than usual ; he looked at the Superior with alarm, and then stammered, " Merciful powers ! she takes the veil ! — but no, it shall not be ! " he added, giving way to his passion. "This shall not be endured, no, not even from you, mother. You shall not force her to become a cloistered victim, lost to the world — to me ! Call not that her destiny ! Say not that the finger of God points out that path. Impossible ! it shall not be." " Peace, my son," broke in the Abbess at last, somewhat sternly. " Had you not allowed vile passion to lead you thus astray, I had told you at once that Odette takes not the veil : and were such the decree of heaven, it is not for you, proud, hasty, headstrong young man, to outrage thus the purposes of our holy faith/' " Pardon me, mother," said Perrinet, but still with more of impatience than submission, ( ' you cannot tell how fiercely rages the boiling flood within my heart — what maddening power makes it overflow ! Pardon me — in the name of my ardent passion — in pity to my tortured mind." The Superior would have again spoken, to THE LILY OF TAJIIS. 135 warn, if not rebuke him, but Perrinet left her no time. " Odette takes not the veil, you say ; — that fearful thought you have rolled, like a crushing weight from my heart. But oh ! speak, I en- treat you ; tell me what is this strange destiny which you mention, and which a powerful pre- sentiment tells me must sever me still more from her, perhaps for ever." <; Ask me not, my son," replied the abbess ; as yet I may not say." " But to me — to me, your foster child, my mother — to me you may speak surely," cried Perrinet, kneeling once more before her, and stretching out his hands. " My soul is bound to hers ; my life is part of her life; keep me not in doubt." " Perrinet, this passion is again unseemly," said the Abbess, putting on a harshness of look unusual to her. " Were it not my duty to be silent, why should I torture you in sport ? Is it my duty, shall I swerve from it for you ? Shame on you ! rise ! I need to give no count to you of my actions or my motives ; but yet I will 136 THE LILY OF PARIS. tell you that superior order, for the present, ties my tongue." " Superior order!" exclaimed the young man, rising, with a frown upon his brow, " who is superior to you, unless it be his Holiness the Pope of Avignon ? — and he would not interfere in the concerns of the Abbey of St. Magloire — or our poor king ? and he is bereft of sense ; or the dauphin ? — no, it cannot be — you would do her such foul wrong — the very thought is base ; or the Constable ? The people murmur much that he abuses his high power; but yet he would not tear Odette away — to what pur- pose ? — for what infamy ? And yet he — Armag- nac — the Constable — he is the protector of this house. Oh ! it is he ! And you have given him Odette ! the lamb to the wolfs jaws ! You do not speak — you do not answer. What means this mystery ? But speak ! I cannot yet believe it." " My son, I must not hear these words," said the Abbess. " Leave me, until in a calmer moment I may speak reason to you : your mad- dened passion, for which pray heaven forgive- ness, would not hear me now. And I too need for- THE LILY OF PARIS. 137 giveness, and must seek it in prayer ; for it is my fond weakness to thee that has spoiled the child, and rendered thee the passionate and erring man thou art. Alas ! alas ! Leave me, I say." "Unjust! unkind!" cried Perrinet, bitterly. "Oh mother, mother! your stern obstinacy drives me to distraction. But I will fathom this dark business ; I will know all. And be it Armagnac, or what devil of hell it may, who has ravished from me my Odette, I will beard him for his tyranny and his baseness, and call him to a sharp account at my dagger's point, even if I myself must perish in my purpose." As he spoke these words, the violent young man hurried from the room without a further greeting to the Superior. " What was that ?" exclaimed the Abbess, whose face had become deadly pale. "Perrinet, my son — come back. I command, I entreat you, hear me." She started up, and hastened to the door ; but Perrinet was gone. The Abbess staggered back to her chair, and sat down, covering her face with her hands. Suddenly she started up, and struck on the handbell. The lay sister appeared from without. 138 THE LILY OF PAULS. " Send off immediately to the Echevin Le- clerc, the guardian of the gate of Saint Ger- main," said the Abbess. " Let him come hither to speak with me with what best despatch he can." '* The father of young Master Perrinet ?" said the sister. " Yes, the father of young Perrinet Leclerc, if you will," answered the Abbess, hastily. " Let this be done at once." As the sister retired, the superior again covered her face with her hands, and seemed to be agitated by a convulsion of emotion. Perrinet, on leaving the chamber of the Abbess, hurried through the anterooms, and clown the great staircase, and then, instead of turning off by the side corridors and the cloister, by which he had entered the building, crossed the great outer court towards the principal gate. Beneath the porch was still assembled the herd of beggars, to whom remnants of food were being distributed by two sisters. Compact as was the throng, however, most of the mendicants seemed to hold back from one ragged old female; or when forced to come into close contact with her, spat upon the ground and brushed their THE LILY OL PARIS. 139 garments, however ragged and dirty they might be. The old woman however, seemed perfectly regardless of the aversion or scorn with which she was treated, grinned and mttered to herself continually, and sometimes poked out a long finger ominously, as if secretly enjoying the evident alarm this action excited among those in whose direction she apparently pointed. The ardent desire of receiving their due dole alone seemed to keep many of the beggars upon the spot. After receiving the morsels offered, without any appearance either of eagerness or gratitude, and cramming them with indifference into the dirty satchel hung about her waist, the old woman seemed disposed to quit the porch ; but as Per- rinet passed her, she started, and hobbling after the young man, seized his arm at the moment he gained the thoroughfare. " How goes it with my brave young lover?" she said with a laugh. Perrinet shook off his questioner with an angry gesture, as he saw the old woman, who had already fastened herself upon him, while he stood at his watch-post before the oriel window. 140 THE LILY OF PARIS. " I told thee we should meet again, and soon," laughed Mother Jehanne, " and that the time might come thou wouldst give more heed to my words." " Out of my way, beldame ! I want thee not," exclaimed Perrinet, raising his arm with an angry gesture, as the old woman, standing in his way, again confronted him. " Ah ! thou Vouldst strike me, my most doughty lover," said the old woman spitefully. " It seems thy true love has already played thee false : the happy lover has more milk of human kindness, and less of raging fire in his veins. There is the angry spot upon thy cheek too; the dissatisfied wrinkle is upon thy brow. Ha ! ha ! does it already go so wrong with thee ? But did I not say so ? Did I not say thy love was of a day, and so would die. The day is not gone by, and the scorpion's sting is in thy heart. Love and hate go hand in hand, a sister pair." Mother Jehanne seemed by her desultory scraps of phrase to be rather interrogating than affirming ; but, whether inadvertently or de- signedly, she had touched upon the chord still vibrating so painfully in Perrinet's heart. He THE LILY OF PARIS. 141 stood frowning on the old woman, as if forced to listen to her in spite of himself. " Thou hast cast a malefice upon me, per- chance, thou vile sorceress," he said ; u for thou hast spoken true ; since that moment for- tune scowls upon my love." " Nay !" replied the old woman, altering her tone, and creeping near him, " I seek to do thee no harm ; hut, maybe, I can show thee how to do harm to thy rival, or those who may have injured thee. Maybe, I can give thee news of the secret movements of thy lady- love." "Thou canst tell me where she is gone!" exclaimed Perrinet, led away. " Come to the island-point behind the church of Notre Dame, at one hour after sunset ; and there thou shalt learn all that thou wouldst know," whispered Mother Jehanne. " I am a fool to listen to thee thus," said Perrinet ; " what shouldst thou know ? This is but a trick of thy trade." Mother Jehanne lifted up one hand, and, waving it in the air, repeated her invitation solemnly and mysteriously. 142 THE LILT OP PARIS. The young man shrugged his shoulders, al- though his attention was evidently fettered, and his curiosity excited. An old man, who ap- peared to be the sexton of the Abbey Church, came at this juncture through the abbey-gate : on perceiving Perrinet he addressed him. " Ah ! Master Perrinet," said the old man, " You might save my old limbs a journey, if so be you are going to the house of your good father, Master Leclerc, at the gate of St. Ger- main. Our Lady Abbess has sent for him to come to her forthwith." Perrinet looked down upon the ground, as if lost in thought. " She would but send for my old father," he reflected, " in order to bid him chide and warn me, perhaps put restraint upon me. But no matter, I will brave them all. Let them plot and plan, they shall not ravish Odette from me." " Said you not Leclerc, the guardian of the gate of St. Germain?" asked Mother Jehanne, meanwhile, of the old sexton. " Yes." " And he is that youth's father ?" she inquired again eagerly. THE LILY OF TAHIS. 143 " Of a surety, old wife," answered the sexton. " But what matter that to you ?" " It may matter much," muttered Mother Jehanne to herself ; and then, looking hurriedly about her, she shuffled away into the church. " The bidding of the Lady Abbess I will do myself," said Perrinet aloud to the sexton. Be- fore departing, however, he looked around for the old crone, as if with an irresistible desire to question her further ; but she was no longer to be seen. So quickly had she vanished, that it was natural to suppose she had entered the church, the only open building near. Perrinet followed on her steps ; the interior of the build- ing, however, was so obscure that he could scarcely distinguish the nature of the human beings within. At last he thought he saw the form of the old woman standing near a pillar at the upper end, together with that of a small man in the white dress of a Carmelite monk. He moved hastily up the aisle; but, when he turned round the heavy column, near which he thought he had seen them standing, both had disappeared. CHAPTER V. THE HOTEL DES TOUKNELLES. Our French Court Is a mere mirror of confusion — Our rooms of state Kept like our stables ; no place more observed Than a rude market place. Chapman. Such gentle physic, given in time, had cured. Shakspeare. For a long course of years the Hotel St. Paul, which was built by Charles V. of France, in the Rue St. Antoine, had been the palace occu- pied by the court of France at Paris, in prefer- ence to the western side of Paris and the old Louvre, and perhaps with the design of being more under the immediate shelter and protec- tion of the Bastile ; although, with its heavy flanking towers and battlements, its cumbrous walls, and the capabilities of its construction for the arming of the facade, whatever the air of domination and majesty, which, according to the chroniclers of the time, such a style of archi- THE LILY OF PARIS. 145 tectuve bestowed, this palace resembled rather a fortress than a royal residence, and with its kitchen gardens, and yards, surrounded by stables, dove-cots, and fowl-houses, and filled with every kind of domestic animal, and its orchards, that extended as far as the banks of the Seine, wore at the same time the appear- ance of an extensive farming establishment in more modern times. On the opposite side of the street existed, however, at the beginning of the fifteenth century, another building, con- structed in a far lighter and more pleasing style, rejoicing in all the fanciful exuberance of orna- ment appertaining to Gothic architecture, and decorated with a quantity of little towers, the size of which evidently showed that they were for adornment, rather than for use, and which, with their countless spires, that darted upwards in such lavish profusion as to give the whole building the look of a fantastic porcupine, or rather a shape of rich cake studded all over with pointed almonds, had caused this dwelling to obtain the popular designation of the Palais des Tourelles, or Tournelles : and it was to the VOL. I. H 146 THE LILY OF PAULS. Hotel des Tournelles, as a residence more likely to chase away the dark clouds of madness, that hung, like a constant tempest, over his brain, than the gloomy and severe building of the Hotel St. Paul, that the unhappy Charles VI. to whom it had fallen as an inheritance, after the assassination of his brother Louis, Duke of Orleans, its previous occupier, had been con- veyed. The gayer gardens and park — laid out in grassplots, fishponds, alleys of box, and ver- dant labyrinths, according to the fashion of the times ; and containing pits occupied by wild beasts from foreign climes, for the especial re- creation and amusement of the inmates of the palace — spread over a vast space of ground behind the pcilace, almost incredibly vast, when the size of Paris at that period be taken into consideration ; thus occupying the site of the present Place Royale, in the Marais, and ex- tending to the Porte St. Antoine, so as almost to touch upon the stronghold of the Bastile : and these pleasure-grounds also were probably considered by the king's physician as adapted to the recreation of the unfortunate monarch, when, THE LILY OF PARIS. 147 in intervals of diminished violence, he was in a state to be taken abroad. But, spite of its lighter and brighter appear- ance, the Hjtel des Tournelles was not without its numerous legends of mystery and crime, and evil deeds committed during its occupation by previous owners; and it held a proportional sway of horror and terror over the imaginations of the people of Paris, who connected with it a thousand exaggerated tales of darkness. Nor did the residence of the poor mad king in this fated building, combined with the mysterious accounts of his raving scenes of lunacy, and his fearful treatment, contribute little to the vague feeling of half-superstitious dread with which it was con- sidered. It was known, also, that beneath the present royal residence were damp, dark dun- geons, of which the feared and hated Constable was said to make use for the imprisonment of the numerous victims of his tyranny and mistrust — hideous foundations to the fair structure above — the mouldering grave below the glittering and sculptured sepulchre : and, doubtless, this know- ledge added greatly to the popular fancy, that a h 2 148 THE LILT OF PARIS. curse lay heavy on the doomed Tournelles. In truth, the building was a strange mixture of a royal habitation, a prison, a country house, and a menagerie — a something composed of the Louvre and the Bastile. A casual observer, however, had deemed the palace, probably, the abode of light and joyous hearts, had he judged only by the gay effect of the fanciful building, as a brilliant afternoon sun, on the day when Odette had been conveyed away so mysteriously from the mercer's house, illuminated the thousand little towers of its facade, making them stand glitteringly forth from their thousand accompanying shadows, and danced brightly and lightly upon every flowery sculptured ornament. The same flood of light, also, deluged the great entrance court of the building, and glittered gaily upon the crooked spike heads of the halberds of the men-at-arms, who paced up and down within, or lounged on the steps and stone benches around, and glanced with a perfect blaze of fire from their highly polished steel casques and cuirasses, and showed off the bright colours of their red sleeves and TIIE LILY 01 PARIS. 149 variegated striped hose, as well as those of the gav dresses of two or three pages, who, with their long embroidered sleeves hanging to the ground, and the golden tissue of their brighter under garments, and their scutcheons worked in threads of gold and colour upon their thighs — although all this glitter and show was greatly tarnished now, and " fallen from its high estate " of former brilliancy in other and better times of courtly splendour — added not a little to the variegated brightness of the picture, as they stood laughing together in a corner of the court. Difficult, indeed, it might have been to suppose that there — within that building sundered from the rest of the great court, with its broad flight of stone steps leading to a terrace above, over the en- trance in the centre of which was a large stone scutcheon, painted with the arms of France, and announcing that this part of the building was appropriated more especially to the residence of royalty, and was called, apart from the rest, the Hotel du Roi — that there, within, were fearful malady and misery. No less difficult might it have been to suppose, 150 THE LILT OP PARIS. from the noise of wrangling that arose from the members of a strangely composed assemblage grouped about a large anteroom in that build- ing, that the room was the antechamber of a sufferer, and that sufferer a king. In spite of the misery of the times, and the penurious con- dition of the royal exchequer, there were the remains of original magnificence, however, in the adornments of the room — in the large window, with its richly tinted devices of arms, and saints, and heroes, in coloured glass — in the painted and gilded ceiling, with its huge beams all starred with fleurs-de-lis of gilt pewter — in the rich panelling work around the room, bestudded with rosettes of tin painted of the brightest green and scarlet — and even in the soiled and worn mats of curiously plaited straw, laid around the apartment, that once had glittered almost as brightly as cloths of gold — remains which gave, yet, a faint idea of former princely state. But the furniture of the room was scanty. A sculp- tured oaken sideboard, of many shelves, showed that it had been used as a banqueting room ; but the shelves were now utterly empty of the THE LILY OF PARIS. 151 golden dishes embossed with rude mythological devices, the twisted golden jugs for serving hypocras and spiced wine, the embossed golden cups, and the plates of coarse enamel of a thousand fanciful forms and colours, which they had once set forth in goodly show. These articles of value had been melted down or sold, since the departure of Queen Isabel, to replenish, in some degree, the royal coffers ; for the first thought of Charles, the king, in his lucid in- tervals, was ever for the advantage of his state or people, at any personal sacrifice. Chairs or tables there were none : a few heavy sculptured chests, and wooden benches with twisted legs, alone served as resting-places for the few who lounged in the antechamber ; and the original gloom of the apartment, occasioned by the dark painted glass of the windows, and the thick trellis-work of brass wire without, " placed," say the old chroniclers, " to prevent the pigeons from coming into the rooms and making dirt about," seemed to be increased by the general air of desolation that pervaded all. Gaily dressed courtiers, also, and such loungers about palaces, 152 THE LILY OF PARIS. were utterly absent; and the few personages, before alluded to, who were grouped about the room, had not the least appearance of the usual attendants upon royal state. It was, in truth, a motley assemblage. One of the most prominent of the group was Master Cocardas, the bagnio-keeper, who, in quality of the king's barber and blood-letter — the penury of the royal household not admitting of an official servitor of the kind — attended to know whether there was any chance of a tranquil interval in the king's fits of violence, to enable him to trim the royal beard. Occasionally he blew with his mouth, through his hollowed hands, the live coals of a small hand-chafing- dish, which he had placed in a corner of the room, and upon which simmered water in a brass pot. Occasionally he strutted up and down, jingling in a leathern bag, around his neck, the implements of his double trade, toss- ing his head, and drawing up his person, with one hand upon his hip ; although those of the so-called fairer sex, who were in his high pre- sence, were not such as to render him desirous TIIE LILY OF PARIS. 153 of finding favour in their eyes. These were two old women who squatted in another corner of the room, like two frightened cats, to which animals of the grey species, when accustomed to roll in the ashes, they bore no faint resem- blance. They seemed to be busily occupied in counting over the notches in a quantity of sticks of various lengths, which lay in their laps, and the knots tied in pieces of cord as manifold ; although they sometimes raised their eyes simul- taneously like a pair of Siamese twins, from this important operation, to look round upon the other personages with looks of hatred and spite. One of the latter was a tall thin old man, with a bald head, long hollow-cheeked face, and fair ragged beard, who, whether standing still, or pacing slowly backwards and forwards, seemed absorbed in u visions wild and weird." He was covered by a long black robe, tied round the waist with a cord, with a long pointed cowl hanging down behind, and folded his arms cross-fashion over his bosom, as if to protect a clasped book which protruded from the upper part of his dress. Another was reposing on one h 3 154 THE LILY OF PARIS. of the great chests used for the purposes of seats. This latter personage was attired also in a black robe, which, however, was of a fine stuff, and lined with fur about the throat, and hanging sleeves. He was a middle-aged man, with a pale, dark, beardless face, but with a quantity of long black hair, that made ample amends for the absence of any appendage of the kind upon his chin. From beneath his black bushy eyebrows, gleamed forth a couple of sharp, small black eyes, that seemed as if con- stantly disposed to cross-fire against each other, were it not for the intervention of a very pro- minent thin hooked nose. By his side was a broad flat open box, — the many phials and little bottles in which, mixed with carefully- folded papers of powders, seemed to proclaim him to be a Mire, or common quack-doctor of those days. At his feet sat a youth, who at first sight might have been taken, from his almost childish face and diminutive stature, to be about fourteen years of age, or even younger, until a sharper investigation might have led to the conclusion, that he was some five years older, THE LILY OF PABJS. 155 or even more. His dark pinched face, bronzed almost to swarthiness, had upon it those vague lines of age, at first unperceived, which may be found in the physiognomy of the dwarf; but his form, although slight and boyish, was well proportioned. There was a look in the stripling, about his sharp eyebrows, slightly curved at their extremi- ties, and his dark rolling eyes, that was almost demoniac, and would have been disagreeable, had it not been for the expression of extreme intelligence that brightened his whole physiog- nomy ; he was caressing on his lap a long thin evil-looking monkey, one of whose fore-paws was bound up by a slight ligature of linen, giving evidence that the unlucky beast was fre- quently employed for the purpose of proving the doctor's skill, at the request of any individual who might express his curiosity or his doubts, in the operation of bleeding. Both boy and monkey seemed on the best terms with each other, as they grinned amicably in each other's faces, and were equally disposed to bite or scratch, were they affronted by a stranger. A man-at-arms, 156 THE LILY OP PARIS. disdainful, seemingly, of the promiscuous so- ciety congregated in the antechamber, where he had to do duty as a guard, stood against an unrepaired broken pane of the painted-glass window, amusing himself by throwing bits of plaster picked from the interstices of the window-frame, through the wire-work without, at the pigeons, or his comrades, in the court below. Carelessness and neglect dwelt on all the features of the scene. The spirit of Master Cocardas, in spite of his airs of dignity, assumed probably as due to his superior position of demi-attache to a royal household, as he strutted up and down, seemed somewhat chafed and soured after an amicable, but no less acrimonious, wrangle in which he had indulged with his rival in the art of bleed- ing, the quack-doctor. He stopped, however, at last in a splendid attitude, to address again a few words of questionable conciliation to his enemy, in a tone of suppressed disdain. " Sooth to say, Master Cleofas, I have no calling to doubt your experience in the mys- teries of the noble chirurgic science, when I cast THE LILY OF PARIS. 157 eyes upon the woe-begone visage of your distin- guished patient there, the monkey. He seems to have done good and excellent duty, and, no doubt, gives you very pretty practice in his way; although, methinks, a fair round wrist, with its delicate blue veins, or an alabaster foot, such as I have held within my hands, were choicer exercise than the paws of a brute beast" — and Cocardas spoilt the symmetry of his pretty face by a sneer of disgust. " But, no doubt, it is gentle practice for your learning, as I say, w : hen other patients are scarce ; as, in truth, they often must be to you. It is a wondrous pretty beast, though, — a wondrous pretty beast ! " The disdain of Master Cocardas went, how- ever, a few inches too far ; for, as he pointed his finger at the ape, with a sort of irritating play- fulness, the animal darted at him with fury, as if piqued at his depreciating remarks, and pro- bably would have done damage to the ends of the dapper barber's taper hand, had not the boy serving as monkey-bearer to the quack, pulled it back with the cord attached to its waist. Master Cocardas started back in alarm at the onset of what he now termed " the ugly brute." 158 THE LILY OF PARIS. " Touch him, Sir Barber, but with the end of your crisping tongs," cried the boy, with an ex- pression as savage as that of the animal, " and I may find cold steel that may be more than a match for your hot iron." " Peace, Astaroth," said the quack-doctor angrily, dealing a heavy blow at the head of his monkey-bearer. The youth rejoicing in this diabolical name, darted a revengeful look at his master, but only continued to mutter between his set white teeth, and then, fondling the monkey, that still grinned and chattered furiously, to his breast, said in turn, but in caressing tones, " Peace, Zomba." " Nor do I doubt of your sage ability, Master Cocardas," said Cleofas the quack-doctor, upon the restoration of a little quiet, glowering at his rival through his dark bushy eyebrows, " al- though me thinks it must have been obtained with little knowledge — but the more merit — the more merit— and although you must acknow- ledge your profound ignorance of the wonderful properties and mixtures of drugs, and herbs, and other medicaments. Sapiens est qui sciet medimeu- ticare et droguare, etpurgare. There you have good THE LILY OF PABIS. 159 and sound Latin for you, as was pronounced by the great Hippocrates, and divulged to the world by his pupil, the young Esculapius. But, doubt- less you are but little versed in the learned tongues: and I will expound to you this sage remark, which meaneth, — " " Whatever it may mean,"' broke in Cocardas pertly, " it will never prove that all your herbs, and medicaments, and drugs, and mixtures, and properties, have ever done anything towards assuaging the malady of the poor king yonder. I wonder, by my truth, that they should have ever let you try your poison-stuff upon his royal person." " Stultitia non concipit" responded Cleofas, pompously. " Had not all the ignorantes in the great city of Paris tried their skill in vain? But when the doctissimus mediciner, Cleofas, the learned physician of the great Emperor of Kathay, and divers other great monarchs, made his en- try within this capital, sacrificing his illus- trious patients, et multum ernolumentum suum, to the welfare of a king attacked of the hot disease, was it not natural that he should be called to exercise his skill ? — " 160 THE LILY OF PARIS. " Skill! " said the barber disdainfully. "What- ever his mightiness the Emperor of Kathay, or her highness the Empress — if of the fair and seducing sex there be any, in such savage lands, which must be a matter of doubt — might have to say in favour of your skill, Master Cleofas, I cannot understand the good it has done, — " " When you shall have studied the value of asinus asinorum, MasterBarber," burst forth the quack-doctor, solemnly, " you may, perchance, come to a right comprehensio of the great myste- rium of science, which it is not given to all to understand. Inops est mens barbierorum." " I may understand the learned tongues, or I may not," resumed Cocardas; " not that I can find that their knowledge is any merit in the eyes of the fairer sex. But, methinks, all your learn- ing, and your medicines, and your Emperors of Kathay, have not advanced the work of the poor king's restoration to health, any more than the malifices of yon old hags." " Hags!" screamed in one breath both the old cats in the corner. "Malifices!" pursued the taller, and bonier, and, consequently, stronger of the two, out- THE LILY OF PARIS. 161 screaming the other, " malifices, you call our spells and charms, concocted after the best known devices of our art — " " And of sovereign power to drive away the foul fiends from the brain, — " chimed in the second cat. H And break the chains forged by the dark spirits, — " resumed the first. M And send them by the force of spell into the bottomless pit, Tophet, whence they shall never return again! " shrieked the second. " Malifices ! hags !" repeated both in a duet: and with one accord they held up their myste- rious knotted cords, and notched sticks, as if they intended to scourge and beat Master Co- cardas from their presence. "Nay!" said the barber, somewhat calmed at this outbreak, which seemed to threaten his beauteous person, and putting his fingers in his ears — " I did but surmise, fair dames, that your good work had little prospered. It seems to me, the foul fiend you were called to chase away has not budged very far from his present seat on the poor king's brain, at your bidding." 162 THE LILY OF PARIS. " And if our charms have not jet worked their spell, it may be thyself, thou barber of the evil eye, that hast counteracted them by accursed operations and malefices of thine own," screamed again the larger scraggier cat. " Ay ! I can swear that I have seen thee wan- dering at midnight" — put in the smaller one. " Around the gibbet of Montfaucon," cried the former. " Muttering words of magic, and plucking poisonous weeds," added the latter. " To destroy our charms by thine own sor- ceries," exclaimed both. " We will denounce him to the Constable," cried number one. " And have him executed, and quartered, and hung, like the two monks of Gascony, who were established in the Bastile, and there did nothing but cast evil spells upon the citizens of Paris," said number two. " Nay, I protest, good dames, I meant you no ill," hastily interposed the affrighted barber, again putting his fingers in his ears, on seeing that both the old women were still screaming at THE LILY OF PARIS. 163 him open mouthed ; " if ever I have been seen abroad at night, it was on the soft service of the sex, and with no ill design: and, as for the gibbet of Montfaucon — paugh! I have too fine a nose to venture within a league of it to the windward; and in truth, I doubt not that your good and beneficent spells are as advantageous as any medicaments or other conjurations." But with this concession to the sorceresses, who had been employed to use their arts also, among the many vain and despairing attempts made to effect a cure of the king's madness, the unlucky barber drew forth a storm from another quarter, upon the threatening horizon of the assembly. " The work is in the hand of heaven and its saints," exclaimed the tall ghastly individual with the book, stalking up to him ; "and it is for those alone, who by watchings, and vigils, and fasting, have acquired a power over the movements of the stars, to direct that hand to a good end. It is by the good and holy book Smagorad alone," he continued, clasping his book more tightly to his bosom, "from which 164 THE LILY OF PARIS. all knowledge, and divination, and power over heaven and earth, and the elements is derived, that the devil can be driven from the suffering monarch, and an angel from the skies called down to alight upon his head. The stars — the holy Smagorad — fasting and prayer — in them — in them alone — must erring man seek for some means to turn away his malady." " 1 am aware, most holy hermit," said Co- cardas, growing more and more courteous, as he was more and more browbeat, " that his honour the Constable has sent for you from your retreat in Languedoc, whence the reputation of your great piety and knowledge had gone forth before you" " What avail the earthly devices of medicine?" interrupted the inspired hermit, whose inspira- tion seemed to wax mighty upon him, now that he had found a listener; " what avail the frivo- lous spells and charms of such as seek their science in stick, or stone, or water, or the dying vegetables of the earth, or in the foul rottenness of the tomb, maybe ? For salvation to the crowned head of an anointed monarch, let us raise our THE LILY OF PAULS. 165 eyes to the eternal orbs of heaven — let us re- move them from such celestial contemplation, but to look upon the open pages of the holy Smagorad" In the midst of this flow of eloquence, the hermit from Languedoc was cut short by the increasing thunder of objurgations from his com- bined rivals. Cleofas rose to attack him upon the superiority of medicinal sciences over all the revolutions of the stars. The old women sprang up with a volley of vituperation still more violent than that flung at the head of the barber. " Hippocrates and Esculapius !" Beelzebub and all his imps!" and "The good book Smago- rad !"' were flung pellmell at each others' heads. Quack-doctor — spell-weaver — inspired prophet — the three types, material and spiritual, and their mixture, types of the delusions of the age — seemed to be coming to an issue by the force of arms, when words served no longer. Master Cocardas had prudently tried to back out of the skirmish he had originated, as was his wont in such matters of emergency ; but, as he stepped backwards, the unlucky barber fell against the boy Astaroth and his monkey, the former of 166 THE LILY OF PARIS. whom gave him a violent cuff on the face with his quick hand, while the latter fastened its undamaged fore-paw into his neatly trimmed head of hair. The cries of the barber were added to the noise of the other combatants. The man-at-arms, disturbed by this explosion from his innocent amusement, considered that his office required that he should bang his hal- berd-end as violently as he could upon the floor, and make more noise than all in shouting, " No noise, my masters;" and at this juncture a side- door opened, and a man entered, before whose stern authoritative gesture the tumult was in- stantly quelled. The colossal stature of this individual, and the inflexible look of stern resolution stamped upon his whole face, the expression of which was rendered still harsher by a deep-seamed scar, that extended from his prominent and bushy eyebrows, by the side of an eye dark and sombre, and a severe-looking aquiline nose, along a deeply bronzed cheek, until lost in a thick grizzly beard, would have been sufficient to ensure trembling respect wherever he ap- peared, had he not everi held the post of high THE LILY OF PARIS. 167 command, which his own haughty demeanour, as well as the attitudes of submission assumed by all the persons in the anteroom, excepting the inspired hermit, gave evidence that he possessed. In spite of his domestic dress, which consisted of a long outer garment of rich stuff, opened down the left side, so as to show its lining of costly fur, and a brocaded robe, also reaching to his feet beneath, there was a martial air in his whole person, and marks of pressure upon his heavy bald forehead, which showed that he was more accustomed to armour and to casque than to the flowing folds of courtly attire. Had even any one of the personages present been ignorant of his name and rank, the long sword, broad at top, and tapering to a sharp point below, in a scabbard of velvet, studded with fleur-de-lis of gold, which was bound round his under robe, as well as the two serving-men who followed him, in green vests with a broad white cross upon the breast, and scutcheons setting forth four lions, surmounted a count's coronet, embroidered on their thighs, would have suffi- ciently shown that the gigantic warrior was Bernard VII., Count of Armagnac, and of 168 THE LILY OP PARIS. Fezenzac, High Constable of France, governor- general of the city of Paris, and captain of all other strongholds throughout the realm; for the sword was the sword of Constable ; the arms were the arms of Armagnac, and the white cross was the rallying sign of the Armagnac; faction, in opposition to the red cross of Burgundy. " What means this outcry so near the royal person?" he thundered forth, as he entered. " You, sirrah," he continued to the man-at-arms, "purge me all this rabble from hence forthwith!" The guard was about to obey this order with the end of his halberd, after the rude fashion of underlings in authority, in all ages, especially when eager to show their zeal after a neglect of duty, in spite of the hurried expostulations of Master Cocardas, that he was a royal servant, and the confused murmurs of the other person- ages, all according to their kind, when the Constable waved his hands with the words, " But stay !" — then turning to one of the serving men, he asked, whether Messire Guillaume d'Hersilly, the king's doctor, had been ap- prized that his presence was required; and upon being answered in the affirmative, and that he THE LILY OF PAEIS. 169 would make his appearance immediately, he again turned to the motley group. " Out with these old hags," he said with sharp, abrupt voice, " I wonder they should have dared to show their carrion faces here again. They have had their day ; and they have done more harm than good, if they have done aught. What! ye dare murmur, beldames! Praise the saints, or the devil — my patron, aid me ! if he be your master, that I tie you not back to back in one poke, and have you flung into the Seine to see whether ye sink or swim. Out with them ! " The ambitious sorceresses vanished before the halberd-point of the man-at-arms, as if swept away by a besom. " You, holy hermit," pursued the Con- stable, u may take back your way to Languedoc. Your prayers and divinations have not thriven better than the spells of yon old women. The stars shine not so brightly in this colder clime, mayhap, as in your far southern country. Go — study them there, man, study them there. Here they avail not. Go — you have had your VOL. I. I 170 THE LILY OF PARIS. reward : and be glad that your robe protects you from being treated as a cheat. It has not served all so well, as you may know." The would-be saint cast up his eyes to heaven, as if to call down its wrath upon the impious man, and clasping the holy book Smagoradmore tightly to his bosom, stalked from the room. " Master Barber, the king is at his worst to- day : he needs you not." Cocardas scrambled together his chafing pan and other matters, and backed out of the apart- ment with a multitude of cringes. " You are the mire I heard of," continued Armagnac, to the quack doctor, who with bent head was bowing his way out of the room with all his pharmacopoeia, followed by monkey and monke} T -bearer, as if fearful of an equally harsh rebuke, or even worse, from the dreaded Con- stable. (i The unworthy Cleofas, mediciner to his mightiness the Emperor of Kathay, Comes illus- trissime," replied the quack humbly, although not forgetting his habit of lying effrontery. " Master Mediciner," pursued the Constable, TILE LILY OF PARIS. 171 M your task is useless here : your wondrous drugs, which you have vaunted, avail you no better than the trials of skill of Master Guillaume, the king's own doctor : you are worth no more than all the rest : and, by our Lady, were I to bestow due justice on you, I might — but no matter, I may need you still. Come hither, man — nearer — nearer I say — God's body ! leave those cringing capers, and come hither." Cleofas drew himself up into an instant change of attitude, and approached. The Constable continued in a low voice — * Thou hast no drugs that cure, fellow — at least not such maladies, over which thou hast falsely boasted thy power of control. But thou hast other means, maybe, that — " Armagnac hesitated. " That kill, Comes superbe?" asked Cleofas, with an evil smile. " I said not so, rascal," said the Constable hastily; "but go, now, and wait my leisure be- low. I may need to speak with thee hereafter." The quack doctor also retired with both his attendants, boy and beast. i 2 172 THE LILY OF PAEIS. " My Lord Count has sent for me," said a grave-looking middle-aged man, attired in a long loose black robe, who had entered unperceived. " Ah ! Messire Guillaume d'Hersilly," said the Constable, " I did not see you. I was busy with all this rabble of the earth, by which the palace has been thronged of late." " My Lord Count has found them useless," said the physician, with a satisfied air, " and as such has dismissed them : and not too soon, alas ! Have not my words come true, most noble Count ? Has not the effect of these dis- tracted remedies been to aggravate, rather than assuage, the evil ? I speak not this because of my disgrace — because the care of the king's person has been taken from my hands ; but of my full and true conviction." " By the Holy Shrovetide, Master Guillaume, would you cast the fault in my teeth ?" exclaimed Armagnac angrily, and looking sternly at the physician: " are you of those who would insinu- ate that I would rather that Charles, our king, should remain in his distracted state, in order that I may reign in his stead — that I would do THE LILY Or PARIS. 173 him evil instead of good ? It were a lie that I would cram with my dagger's hilt down your throat, as down the throats of all who dare to utter it. Does not his hand still sign ? and is it not all-powerful in its signature ? Do I not watch each lucid interval, each feehle glim- mering of that darkened intelligence, in order to catch an expression of his will ? Do I not stand, like an augur of the heathen ages, to transmit the doubtful oracles that fall from his lips — and, God's body! what oracles they be ofttimes !— - oracles from a poor idiot's mouth. He reigns still, I tell you, Messire, and not I." The physician endeavoured to repudiate every idea of having made an insinuation of the nature to which the Constable alluded ; but the im- petuous Count turned away to walk hastily up and down the room. The current of his thoughts appeared changed ; although he still excused himself aloud from the imaginary charge of neglect or improper treatment of the king, as if doubtful and mistrustful of himself. " Who shall dare to say that fault rests with me? Has not all been tried? Where was peace first sought as the best remedy 174 THE LILY OF PARIS. for his troubled mind ? In God's blessing, and in prayer and pilgrimage. Was he not vowed unto St. Denis? and did not the saint receive the offer- ing of a rich golden shrine ? Were not public prayers ordained to every saint in turn ? Were not presents sent to the holy chapel of St. Ac- quaize, with an image of the king in wax, the size of life, and a wax candle of unheard-of size, to burn before the shrine ? Was he not taken himself to the Mount St. Michael, in periculo maris, on a pilgrimage ? Was not his daughter offered to our blessed Lady, with the hope that her innocence might expiate his crimes, if for his crimes he has been punished? And all in vain. The people have wearied hea- ven with prayers, and wearied themselves with praying ; and, when they found that God heard them not, they have addressed their prayers to the devil himself. To him, too, I have had re- course then : and, where heavenly supplication has failed, sorcery has been tried. Heaven, hell, and earth have been ransacked for a cure. Earth came in thy form, Master Guillaume — in the form of human science. What didst thou effect, that I should flinch from profiting by the THE LILY OF PARIS. 175 last hope of those who promised greater mar- vels ? Nothing. I have tried them then ; they have failed again. An irremediable curse seemed to rest on the head of Charles. I have driven these last useless boasters from hence; and I have sent again for thee : for thou hast already propounded a fresh scheme for softening the violence of the king ; and I have already taken measures that this remedy be tried. Again, have I not done all that lay in the power of earthly man? And yet they say that I would trample down still lower his crushed intellect — that / would reign." And the Constable resumed his angry pacing, which he had interrupted for a time, during his discourse with the physician, who waited gazing on him calmly and patiently. At length he stopped, although with a heavy cloud of doubt and trouble on his brow. "It cannot be otherwise," he said suddenly; " we must impose fresh taxes to meet the needs of this disastrous war with the invading English : we must, whatever be the price, fill the coffers of the state, in order to make head against that villain rebel, Burgundy. God's life ! they press upon us now on every side. But Armagnac was 176 THE LILY OF PARIS. never born to bow his head before the storm, however dark the thunder-cloud, however blast- ing the lightning. We must have money, I say ; and the king's hand must sign the ordinance. The people hate me ; they call me bloody, proud, tyrannical: so be it," — and the Constable laughed disdainfully. " But they still love their suffering king : they look on him as one humiliated by the hand of God; and yet they love him. What strange hearts have this rabble of the earth ; splendour, and power, and the master-mind they regard no longer ; but they have sympathy with misery and the idiot's folly, as if the stamp of God's burning seal had given it the impress of a holy sanctity. It must be done ; they will mur- mur still : but I have means to fright them into due submission. His hand must sign ; and I would not use foul means. You have faith, then, in your new device of remedy," he added, turning full upon the physician. " I have faith," answered Guillaume d'Her- silly ; t( and if Monseigneur will hear me patiently, I will explain my thought." The Constable threw himself down upon a chest, and, placing his elbows on his knees and THE LILY OF PARIS. 177 his head between his hands, he gazed fixedly at the man of science. " From the first moment the important mis- sion of the king's restoration to health was con- fided to my hands, it has been my task to study the nature of the disease in every bearing," com- menced the physician. " I remarked that every noise disturbed and agitated the patient ; 1 caused the very bells to cease to ring. I ob- served that the sight of the fleur-de-lis threw him into an ecstasy of rage ; I know not why. Was it the shame of royalty degraded ? He would turn them into ridicule, dance in mockery before them, break them from the painted win- dows, scratch them from the walls — from the very ceilings, had he been able. I caused every heraldic emblem of royalty to be removed from his eyes ; but still his violence was great. He refused to eat or drink ; when in bed, he would not rise ; when up, he would not lie down. I employed men dressed in strange attire, with blackened faces, as you are aware, to frighten him into submission ; and I succeeded. The patient's moral courage had fled with his reason ; the animal instinct of preservation alone remained : I 3 178 THE LILY OP PARIS. and Charles the king, so hardy and brave, trembled like a child, and obeyed without daring to utter a murmur, but that of pain and suffering. But in time, I observed that the good effect produced upon his body by the remedies I then forced upon him was dimi- nished, perhaps destroyed altogether, by the dis- astrous effect such means produced upon his mind. I had already revolved other methods in my brain, when my Lord Count, impatient and mistrustful, removed me from the royal presence." The Constable shrugged his shoulders, and then said impatiently, " I have sought your aid again, Master d'Hersilly ; let that content you. Proceed !" " Sometimes the violence of the patient, how- ever, was subdued — his spirit calmed," continued the physician. " In such moments, methought, a form of softness and grace might produce a more salutary effect than the hideous masks of his terrific guardians : a voice of tender melody might vibrate upon that heart, that as yet had palpitated only with alarm. The charm of soft tenderness, methought, and soothing compas- sion, might exercise a power over the suffering THE LILY OF PAEIS. 179 soul as well — and, in their result, far better — than the agony of fear. In history we have instances of infatuation, of fascination akin to love and yet not love, that exercised the most power- ful influence over the soul. It was a lake, which so fascinated the powerful Emperor Char- lemagne, that he could not withdraw his eyes from it. If, then, senseless nature — the dumb forests and the cold waters — could thus captivate, what might not lovely woman's spell?" "It is well, Master Doctor,' 1 said the Con- stable, again shrugging his shoulders somewhat disdainfully ; " your fancy shall have its swing : the Holy Virgin grant it a blessing." " Monseigneur has already taken measures for this purpose, as he was pleased to tell me," remarked the physician. " I ordered that the brightest and the fairest should be chosen from the maidens in our be- loved convent of St. Magloire, who had not yet taken the veil," answered Armagnac rising. 11 The Lady Abbess was apprised by me of my will ; and Jean Petit, the Carmelite, whose ac- tive and intelligent spirit is of much avail to me, received the mission to this intent." 180 THE LILY OE PARIS. The physician gave a dissatisfied look. " This does not please you, Master d'Hersilly," remarked the Constable impatiently. " It is the agent I like not," replied Master Guillaume. "I mistrusthis pliant manners, and his subtle mien. And I have heard strange rumours — " " What r asked the Count. " That he is affected to the cause of Burgundy." The Constable laughed disdainfully, with the words, " Meddle not with politics, Master Doctor. I know my man." Guillaume d'Hersilly was about to reply, when the side door again opened, and the little Carmelite monk himself appeared, followed by his customary acolyte. But instead of the imposing bearing he had endeavoured to assume in the throng of the Rue St. Denis, the monk wore a humble, almost cringing mien, which might have nigh misled in the identity of the person. He bowed submissively to the Constable. " Ah ! it is well," said Armagnac : " your mission is fulfilled." " She is there — in the king's chamber," was the monk's reply in a low soft tone. " Come, Master d'Hersilly," pursued the Con- THE LILY Of PARIS. 181 stable ; " we will see this rara avis, as the doctors call it, before the king's return from his airing in the gardens. For you, Master Jean Petit," he added, turning to the monk, " I have another mission in store : there is a prisoner, convicted of sedition, in the dungeons, to whom be it your task to administer ghostly consolation before he dies — since such has been our lord the king's late ordinance, issued in an excess of humanity, as it pleased our lord the king to call it. Who is without ?" The man-at-arms again entered. " Let the monk be conveyed to the dungeon of the prisoner of this morning, and have free access to him," said the Constable : and with a wave of the hand to the monk, he left the apartment, followed by the physician. " Let them do their will," said the Carmelite, with a look of scorn, now drawing himself up so as to approach the ear of his burly com- panion, and speak to him in a whisper, as they followed the man-at-arms ; " I will find means to see her yet again, and work her better to my will. It shall not be said, Brother Abdias, that I have laboured in this matter to no end or purpose." CHAPTER VI. THE KING'S CHAMBER. All this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty. Shakspeare. Thus, frantick crazy man, God wot ! I'll call to mind things half forgot, And oft between Repeat the times that I have seen. Herrick. The chamber into which the Constable, ac- companied by Master Guillaume d'Hersilly, the king's physician, entered, exhibited a strange mixture of former splendour — such splendour as the age afforded — and sad disorder. The great size of the room, and demi-obscurity pro- duced by the painted-glass windows, contributed, with the confusion that prevailed throughout it, to render its aspect desolate in the extreme. The only sign of more cheerful life and anima- tion proceeded from the fire, which, in spite of the warmth of the genial spring-tide, flickered from the hearth of the immense chimney-place, upon the great figures of saints, grotesquely THE LILY OF PARIS. 183 mingled with fantastic beasts of polished brass, that encumbered rather than adorned its huge fender. Opposite to this blazing fire was one of the large beds of the period, about twelve feet square, the curtains of which, of rich green damask worked with flowers of gold, torn in parts into strips and rags, together with the disordered state of the counterpane of the same materials, and the bed clothes, gave evidence of the occasional violence of its sad occupier. The floor was covered with scattered remnants of broken furniture and dishes, which the careless- ness of attendants had neglected to remove, or had only hastily kicked aside into corners of the room. Tapestry hangings, interwoven with threads of silk and gold, representing the doughty deeds of heroes and gods of the hea- then mythology, hung here and there, partly detached from the cornices above, or were, like the bed-curtains, torn into long melancholy rags. One strange feature of this apartment of de- struction and desolation, consisted in the spots of bare wood upon the beams of the ceiling, in the broken pieces of the huge sculptured chim- 184 THE LILY OF PARIS. ney-front, in the holes designedly cut in various parts of the tapestry, and in the lozenges of common coarse horn, which occupied, in patches, certain intervals among the rich colours of the painted glass: this trait alone, which showed the places where the fleurs-de-lis, so obnoxious to the unfortunate king in his moments of frenzy, had been removed from his eyes, would have proved that this chamber of sadness was the chamber of the mad monarch, Charles VI. The image of the destruction effected by a shat- tered mind was upon all around ; but the marks of devastation seemed to be produced rather by the senseless wild beast than by the hand of a human being, on whom sense had been be- stowed : the very soul of the chamber itself also was defaced ; and the ruin of human intelligence was sadly typified in the ruin of former regal splendour. Two pieces of furniture seemed alone to have been spared by the destroying hands of the un- fortunate occupier of the room. The one was a large chair, with a high sculptured back of wood, painted in green and decorated with roses in TILE LILY OF PARIS. 185 relief, and with a seat and arms of red leather ornamented by long gold fringes, and studded with brass nails — which stood by the fireside, with a rude metal box, pierced with holes above, and filled with glowing coals, for the warming of the feet, before it. This was the seat of the poor king in his moments of melancholy — his place of refuge and his tabernacle — the throne, from which in his rare lucid intervals, he still dis- pensed justice to his subjects. The other object was a kneeling chair of crimson velvet, relieved with knobs of gold, and surmounted by a crucifix bearing the image of the expiring Saviour. What had been the strange, mysterious sym- pathy with that divine object of suffering in human form — or what the last feeling of piety and devotion yet lingering in a mind lost to all other glimmerings of reason, that had caused that object for religious exercise to be respected by the frantic man ? Who could tell what sparks of diviner fire still lurked among the ashes of his reason, even in their seemingly utter darkness ? Who, indeed, could say ? At that chair knelt the only living being in 186 THE LILY OF PAEIS. the chamber, when Armagnac and the physician entered. It was a maiden, in white attire, whose fair hair hung in long veil down her hack. She appeared to be praying fervently, and in trouble of spirit. But, when she rose at the noise made by the persons entering, her face, after a sudden movement of nervous tremour, wore that look of angelic calm which was its chief characteristic. She clasped her hands before her, as if relieved in mind at the sight of those who had come in, and then modestly cast down her eyes. " It is an angel from heaven ! " cried the Con- stable, surprised by the striking aspect of the maiden into a burst of admiration, unusual in a man whose mind was totally unsusceptible to any outbreak of enthusiasm — whose feelings never warmed except to deeds of battle and to ambitious intrigue, or to an occasional fit of devotion to some saint. " An angel, by my truth ! " murmured the still less poetical-minded physician, the man of dry research and of materialism. "It is that very angel face I might have dreamt of, had my dull THE LILY OP PARIS. 187 fancy sufficed to paint it ! the saintly form, whose soothing presence may best effect the wondrous cure I hope to make." 11 Your name ? " said Armagnac, to the bright apparition before him ; modifying, by an instinct of involuntary delicacy, the harsh tones of his rough voice. " Odette de Champdivers," was the maiden's answer. " You tremble," resumed the Constable. " Like enough ; although I knew it not, my- self," replied Odette, timidly. " I am all unused to such a presence ; and, although I have prayed fervently to the saints above for courage and support, I cannot divest my mind of all fear." " You know, then, the mission for which you have been selected ? " continued the Count. "You are prepared to meet its — " He hesitated to express the word which lingered on his tongue, as if afraid of alarming her. "Its dangers," said Odette. "Yes. I am but a weak woman, it is true ; and, when I look around me, I am no more, methinks, than the poor trembling kid that is thrown, they say, into 188 THE LILY OF PARIS. the den of the lion in yonder park. The hand that has broken those pieces of strong wood," — she pointed to the fragments of furniture lying around — " might crush, it seems to me, a frail being like myself, only by a touch. And, alas ! I possess not the harp of David, that soothed Saul the king, in his hour of frenzy. But I have trust in that Power, which guided the hand of David, to guide my feeble efforts also." " We will be close at hand, maiden, with his guardians, to rescue thee from injury, if there be need," said the Constable, more and more struck with the simple and unembarrassed earnestness of the maid, who almost appeared to his eyes as if inspired or supported by a divine power. " My soul is not afraid, even though my body trembles," resumed Odette calmly. " I fear not death ; although, maybe, I fear, as a mortal and a woman, the short, painful passage from life into eternity. But, what is life — what death, when a divine mission of love is confided — ay ! and to one so little deserving of so noble and so great a task — by pious and holy hands ? What is life, what death, in the face of a sublime duty ? THE LILY OF PARIS. 189 Believe me, Sirs, it needed not the wise coun- sels, the kindly exhortations, and the pious prayers of my beloved abbess, to make me feel how blessed is the task of serving our anointed lord the king — of offering life, even, — and happy thus to die — if the sacrifice of that life could as- suage his wretched sufferings. Proud and happy am I to have been selected for the task." Her eyes rilled with moisture. The tranquil firmness of the maiden, as she spoke, combined with her calm enthusiasm and her beauty, made a deep impression upon the astonished men who listened to her. " Give her your instructions, Master Guil- laume," said the Constable, unable to answer her. "What should I say, Monseigneur ?" an- swered the physician, in a low tone to him. " A host of recommendations were in my mind ; they seem to have flown — they are forgotten — my mouth refuses to speak them. A superior power dwells within her. I leave all to the feeling and the inspiration of the moment, in a soul so pure. I would have counselled, soothed, and comforted her. Does she need counsel or 190 THE LILY OF PAKIS. encouragement from me ? She has far stronger within herself. Let us leave her to her task. My hopes in her are great." As the two men again turned to leave the room, the Constable looked once more upon Odette. She appeared so tranquil and resigned, that the stern, cold warrior stretched forth his hand to her, and said, as if by an involuntary impulse, " God bless thee, my daughter ! " When left alone, Odette stood for some time, on the same spot, as if lost in her high thoughts; then she raised her head at last, and looked sadly around. She gazed for some minutes, with deep emotion upon the chair in which had so often reposed the person of the unhappy monarch ; and then, with tears in her eyes, she hurried to the kneeling-stool, and, with joined hands, again knelt, and prayed fervently before the crucifix. She was still thus engaged in her earnest sup- plications when a violent noise was heard with- out, as if of exclamations and screams from a being under the influence of excessive fear. Odette sprang up from her kneeling position. THE LILY OF PARIS. 191 The shrieks approached nearer and nearer — then came the noise of flying footsteps — and then, in the adjoining room towards the interior of the building, that of a violent struggle, and of various vociferations and threats, as if several pursuers had gained upon and seized the fugi- tive. Although she had armed herself with courage and resolution, the soul of Odette grew faint within her as she listened to these hideous sounds. The wainscoting alone seemed to separate her from the drama of terror and violence passing on the other side. The first instinctive movement of the trembling girl was to fly to the door on the opposite side of the chamber. Her hand was already on the latch, when she drew it back, with a look of self- reproach upon her lip. She elevated her head proudly, raised her eyes upwards, as if with a short silent prayer for courage, and crossed her arms before her, with the resigned look of a martyr-saint about to appear in the arena of the lion. Unable, however, wholly to overcome her woman's fears, and actuated perhaps, also, by a prudential feeling, she again 192 THE LILY OF PARIS. looked around her, hurried to the bedside, and hid herself behind the curtains, although in such a position as to be able to see what passed in the chamber. At the same instant she heard the voice of the physician cry — " Let go the king." The door opened with violence. Odette had never seen the person of the unfortunate monarch of the disturbed realm of France ; but it was impossible not to recognise at once, the unhappy Charles, in the apparition which suddenly darted into the room. Although, at that period, not above fifty years of age, the poor maniac was so worn by his malady as to appear many years older : he had the aspect of an aged and a stricken man. His face, long, pale and melancholy, still preserved traces of an early beauty, that had been vaunted for its majesty — a characteristic which suffering had increased, rather than diminished, by its hallow- ing touch. But now that expressive face was horribly distorted by the agony of fear; his eyes started from his head; his grizzling hair was torn off from his half bald forehead, and fell, clammy with the heavy perspiration that THE LILT OF PARIS. 193 clung also about his pale brow, in clotted grey masses down his hollowed cheeks until it joined the whitened beard, which untrimmed and dis- ordered, seemed torn in patches, as if handfuls had been plucked from it by the maniac's own destructive hands. The black velvet robe, lined with ermine, which covered the person of the king, was soiled and spotted with the marks of neglect, and rent here and there in long strips that fluttered wildly about him as he rushed in. The first action of the distracted man was to look around in every part of the room as if for an arm to defend himself. Not finding what he sought, he clenched his fists and turned in anger to the door by which he had entered ; it had been closed behind him. For some time he gazed upon it as if undecided what he should do ; he seemed to seek in vain a bolt which had been removed; then, with eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of the idiot, who has conceived a thought, he crept upon tiptoe, as if fearful of being heard, to a heap of broken furniture, and collecting several heavy pieces in his arms, he flung them down before the door, as though he VOL. I. K 194 THE LILY OF PARIS. had thus found a means of defence against his enemies. That deed done, he burst into one of those wild screeching madmen's laughs which make the blood run cold in the veins of those who hear them, and which caused every fibre in the frame of the poor hidden girl to quiver painfully; and then, letting fall his arms down his sides and his head upon his bosom, he walked slowly to the chair before the great fire-place, where he sat down with his feet upon the box of coals, his elbows on his knees, and his hands pressed convulsively on either side of his temples, with a gesture that seemed habitual to him. As he thus sat, a sudden prostration of force seemed to have succeeded to the fit of maniac's rage ; with the absence of the objects which had caused his terror, the hot fever appeared also to pass away from his brain ; he rocked himself softly and sadly, backwards and forwards in his chair. But, shortly, a cold fit of ague seemed to pass through all his frame ; his whole body shivered ; his teeth chattered, and his head shook with an appearance of extreme suffering. THE LILY OF PARIS. 195 In vain he held forth his trembling thin hands to the fire ; an icy coldness seemed to have obtained the mastery over his whole person. In proportion as the maniac's bodily strength gave way, did Odette's moral force return. Pity for the suffering of the poor man before her was the predominant feeling in her heart. With the thought also that the miserable, shivering crea- ture, was a king — an anointed king — to her, after the Holy Trinity and the saints, the object of the deepest reverence — a sentiment of venera- tion, of devotion almost, for a being who appeared before her eyes as a suffering martyr, took pos- session of her whole soul, and filled it with that strange species of devoted love, which the peo- ple also, during this extraordinary reign, never ceased to feel for their poor monarch, humiliated by the hand of God, even at the moment that they murmured and rebelled against the splendid, courageous, and intelligent, although proud, bloody and violent princes, who sought to rule them. Odette was not perhaps wholly devoid also of that superstitious respect entertained so often among the lower classes, and especially in k 2 196 THE LILY OF PARIS. the middle ages, for those deprived of reason — a reverence still entertained by the Mussulman, who regards the idiot as marked with the hand of God, and often as a sacred and holy person- age ; and even by many of the inhabitants of Switzerland and Savoy, who still retain the touching belief, that a cretin brings luck to the family in which the poor monster is born — a feeling founded, perhaps, upon the reasoning that the idiot, in following, like the brute beast, the inspirations of instinct alone and dispensing with all individual will, relies more directly upon the divine reason, approaches more nearly the divine essence. It was with these mingled sentiments of pity and veneration that Odette advanced from her hiding place, her eyes swimming with her rising tears, and kneeling down at some little distance from the unhappy monarch, stretched forth her hands to him in the attitude of prayer, as were he a saint before her. The king remained, hold- ing forth his cold hands to the blaze, unconscious of her presence. Odette let fall her arms and rose. THE LILY or PARIS. 197 " Can his poor handmaiden do aught for my lord the king?" she said at last in low timid voice. The king remained for some seconds as if the unusually low voice made with difficulty an impression upon his sense of hearing, and then turned his head slowly in the direction of the maiden : for a time he looked at her with that soft melancholy expression, which was habitual to him in his saner moments, and then smiled sadly : then, shaking his head with a look of utter misery, he said, in a lamentable tone, " I am cold — cold — very cold." Odette at these words came forward with ready anxious step, and without fear, knelt be- fore him and took both his hands in hers : they were, in truth, icy cold. She rose without a word, hurried to the bed, took one of the cover- ings from it, and warming it at the fire, threw it over the lower part of his person and his hands. The sufferer appeared to find some relief from the warmth, for he looked kindly at Odette, and laughed with a low plaintive laugh. " My lord the king is less cold now," said Odette. 198 THE LILY OF PARIS. " King, what king?" said the monarch, look- ing at her suspiciously. " You the king," said Odette again, " King Charles the Sixth of France." " I am no king," replied Charles violently : but then, when he saw Odette start back with a feeling of alarm, he beckoned to her with his hand, and, dropping his voiee to a whisper, added, " Hush ! say it not — say not that I am king — I am no king — I have no people — I have no queen — no — no — I have no queen — no queen — " and he looked around him with an expression of alarm. He then pursued again more sadly, " I have no children — none. They told me I had children once: but it was a lie : they were not mine : I am a childless man — an old man — and alone." His voice, which di- minished as he spoke, died away altogether with these words ; and he dropped his head upon his chest. " Charles is not alone," resumed Odette, taking courage ; " he has a nurse." " Charles! I am not Charles, I say," exclaimed the king raising his head abruptly, " I am THE LILY OF PARIS. 199 George — not he who slew the dragon — no, he whom the hideous dragon enveloped in his slimy folds, so crushing and so cold. My name is George, I say : and my arms are a lion pierced by a flaming sword." This sad allusion to his own wretched con- dition — the lion of France pierced by the sword of divine wrath — called up a deep sigh from Odette's bosom. " Do not sigh," resumed Charles mournfully, " the angels do not sigh : they are happy and play on golden harps. I knew a fair face once, beau- tiful as is thine. Yes, she was beautiful, and tender, and kind. She is beautiful still, they say ; but she is nought but beautiful : all the rest is gone. How beautiful she was that night — that night so brilliant, when in laughing mood with a grotesque costume — ." The recollection of that fatal ball, when in the dress of a savage he was nearly burnt to death, seemed to have crossed the maniac's mind, for he suddenly burst into a wild scream — and cried, " Fire ! fire ! there is fire around, about, on every side. Fire ! Save the king!" 200 THE LILY OF PARIS. He endeavoured to rise from his chair, with an air of terror; but as Odette gently restrained him, he again fell back, and covered his face with his hands, with the words, " Too late ! too late!" Odette once more trembled violently : but her moral courage was strong within her ; and again kneeling, she embraced the king's knees and tried to soothe him. He looked up, after a time. " Who cried, 'save the king?'" he said mourn- fully ; " there is no king now. There was a king once, but I cannot recollect who then wore the crown. And yet it seems to me I knew him. He must be dead since. Pity he should be dead, for he was kind, they said, and loved his people. Were he still alive, I would go kneel at his feet, and cry for mercy and protection also ; for 1 am very wretched — very wretched !" Again he trembled in every limb. " Is George still cold ?" resumed Odette, pursuing her work of love. " George is cold — because — because — he is afraid," said the king, at last, in a whisper. THE LILY OF PARIS. 201 " Why is George afraid ?" continued his nurse. " George is a great man, and a brave." " George is not afraid of mortal man," replied the madman. " But — here — close — put up your head;" and he again whispered, — "he is afraid of the phantom — the phantom of the Forest of Mans." At these words he stared with so wild an ex- pression of terror around him, that Odette also involuntarily turned her head, as if some fearful spectre were really there in a corner of the room. " No, no," still whispered Charles ; " he is not there now : but he will come ; and then he clasps me in his arms; and he is cold — cold — cold !" Seeing that the king shivered miserably, Odette again warmed the covering, and placed it more closely about the sufferer's person : but he still trembled so violently with his fit of ague, that she said, with the most caressing tones of her sweet voice, " Let George lie down on his warm bed ; I will cover him close and warm." " No, no," exclaimed the king with violence. k 3 202 THE LILY OF PARIS. " George will not lie down — he will not — he will not — he will not — " Then, as Odette con- tinued to soothe him like a child, he added with less force, but with an accent of fear, " No, no ; as soon as he is in bed the phantom comes, the cold white phantom of Mans, and stalks up to his side, and lies down upon him, across his chest, and takes him in his arms — so cold — so cold — No, George would rather die than go to bed." And he pushed Odette from him. " Well, well," said his fair nurse soothingly, " George shall not lie down." " But George would sleep," murmured the king plaintively. " Let George then sleep upon my breast," said the innocent and pure maiden : and sitting down upon an arm of the chair, she passed her arm round the king's neck, and pulled his head gently on her bosom. " George can sleep now," continued Odette. The poor king looked at her with an expres- sion of the deepest gratitude