The Cloister and the Hearth: A Tale of the Middle Ages

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by Charles Reade


  CHAPTER LXXI

  IN the guest chamber of a Dominican convent lay a single stranger,exhausted by successive and violent fits of nausea, which had at lastsubsided, leaving him almost as weak as Margaret lay that night inHolland.

  A huge wood fire burned on the hearth, and beside it hung the patient'sclothes.

  A gigantic friar sat by his bedside reading pious collects aloud fromhis breviary.

  The patient at times eyed him, and seemed to listen: at others closedhis eyes and moaned.

  The monk kneeled down with his face touching the ground and prayed forhim: then rose and bade him farewell. "Day breaks," said he, "I mustprepare for matins."

  "Good Father Jerome, before you go, how came I hither?"

  "By the hand of heaven. You flung away God's gift. He bestowed it on youagain. Think on it! Hast tried the world, and found its gall. Now trythe church! The church is peace. Pax vobiscum."

  He was gone. Gerard lay back, meditating and wondering, till weak andwearied he fell into a doze.

  When he awoke again he found a new nurse seated beside him. It was alayman, with an eye as small and restless as Friar Jerome's was calm andmajestic.

  The man inquired earnestly how he felt.

  "Very, very weak. Where have I seen you before, Messer?"

  "None the worse for my gauntlet?" inquired the other with considerableanxiety; "I was fain to strike you withal, or both you and I should beat the bottom of Tiber."

  Gerard stared at him. "What, 'twas you saved me? How?"

  "Well, signor, I was by the banks of Tiber on--on--an errand, no matterwhat. You came to me and begged hard for a dagger stroke. But ere Icould oblige you, ay, even as you spoke to me, I knew you for the signorthat saved my wife and child upon the sea."

  "It _is_ Teresa's husband. And an assassin?!!?"

  "At your service. Well, Ser Gerard, the next thing was, you flungyourself into Tiber, and bade me hold aloof."

  "I remember that."

  "Had it been any but you, believe me I had obeyed you, and not wagged afinger. Men are my foes. They may all hang on one rope, or drown in oneriver for me. But when thou, sinking in Tiber, didst cry 'Margaret!'"

  "Ah!"

  "My heart it cried 'Teresa!' How could I go home and look her in theface, did I let thee die, and by the very death thou savedst her from?So in I went; and luckily for us both I swim like a duck. You, seeing menear, and being bent on destruction, tried to grip me, and so end usboth. But I swam round thee, and (receive my excuses) so buffeted theeon the nape of the neck with my steel glove; that thou lost sense, and Iwith much ado, the stream being strong, did draw thy body to land, butinsensible and full of water. Then I took thee on my back and made formy own home. 'Teresa will nurse him, and be pleased with me,' thought I.But, hard by this monastery, a holy friar, the biggest e'er I saw, metus and asked the matter. So I told him. He looked hard at thee. 'I knowthe face,' quoth he. ''Tis one Gerard, a fair youth from Holland.' 'Thesame,' quo' I. Then said his reverence, 'He hath friends among ourbrethren. Leave him with us! Charity, it is our office.'

  "Also he told me they of the convent had better means to tend thee thanI had. And that was true enow. So I just bargained to be let in to seethee once a day, and here thou art."

  And the miscreant cast a strange look of affection and interest uponGerard.

  Gerard did not respond to it. He felt as if a snake were in the room. Heclosed his eyes.

  "Ah thou wouldst sleep," said the miscreant eagerly. "I go."

  And he retired on tiptoe with a promise to come every day.

  Gerard lay with his eyes closed: not asleep, but deeply pondering.

  Saved from death by an assassin!

  Was not this the finger of Heaven?

  Of that Heaven he had insulted, cursed, and defied.

  He shuddered at his blasphemies. He tried to pray.

  He found he could utter prayers. But he could not pray.

  SOON GERARD WAS AT FATHER ANSELM'S KNEES]

  "I am doomed eternally," he cried, "doomed, doomed."

  The organ of the convent church burst on his ear in rich and solemnharmony.

  Then rose the voices of the choir chanting a full service.

  Among them was one that seemed to hover above the others, and towertowards heaven; a sweet boy's voice, full, pure, angelic.

  He closed his eyes and listened. The days of his own boyhood flowed backupon him in those sweet, pious harmonies. No earthly dross there, nofoul, fierce, passions, rending and corrupting the soul.

  Peace; peace; sweet, balmy, peace.

  "Ay," he sighed, "the Church is peace of mind. Till I left her bosom Ine'er knew sorrow, nor sin."

  And the poor torn, worn, creature, wept.

  And, even as he wept, there beamed on him the sweet and reverend face ofone he had never thought to see again. It was the face of Father Anselm.

  The good father had only reached the convent the night before last.Gerard recognized him in a moment, and cried to him, "Oh Father Anselm,you cured my wounded body in Juliers; now cure my hurt soul in Rome!Alas, you cannot."

  Anselm sat down by the bedside, and, putting a gentle hand on his head,first calmed him with a soothing word or two.

  He then (for he had learned how Gerard came there) spoke to him kindlybut solemnly, and made him feel his crime, and urged him to repentance,and gratitude to that Divine Power which had thwarted his will to savehis soul.

  "Come, my son," said he, "first purge thy bosom of its load."

  "Ah, father," said Gerard, "in Juliers I could; then I was innocent; butnow, impious monster that I am, I dare not confess to you."

  "Why not, my son? Thinkest thou I have not sinned against Heaven in mytime, and deeply? oh how deeply! Come, poor laden soul, pour forth thygrief, pour forth thy faults, hold back nought! Lie not oppressed andcrushed by hidden sins."

  And soon Gerard was at Father Anselm's knees confessing his every sinwith sighs and groans of penitence.

  "Thy sins are great," said Anselm. "Thy temptation also was great,terribly great. I must consult our good prior."

  The good Anselm kissed his brow, and left him to consult the superior asto his penance.

  And, lo! Gerard could pray now.

  And he prayed with all his heart.

  * * * * *

  The phase, through which this remarkable mind now passed, may be summedin a word--Penitence.

  He turned with terror and aversion from the world, and beggedpassionately to remain in the convent. To him, convent nurtured, it waslike a bird returning wounded, wearied, to its gentle nest.

  He passed his noviciate in prayer, and mortification, and pious reading,and meditation.

  * * * * *

  The Princess Claelia's spy went home and told her that Gerard wascertainly dead, the manner of his death unknown at present.

  She seemed literally stunned.

  When, after a long time, she found breath to speak at all, it was tobemoan her lot, cursed with such ready tools. "So soon," she sighed;"see how swift these monsters are to do ill deeds. They come to us inour hot blood, and first tempt us with their venal daggers, then enactthe mortal deeds we ne'er had thought on but for them."

  Ere many hours had passed, her pity for Gerard and hatred of hismurderer had risen to fever heat; which with this fool was blood heat.

  "Poor soul! I cannot call thee back to life. But he shall never livethat traitorously slew thee."

  And she put armed men in ambush, and kept them on guard all day, ready,when Ludovico should come for his money, to fall on him in a certainantechamber and hack him to pieces.

  "Strike at his head," said she, "for he weareth a privy coat of mail;and if he goes hence alive your own heads shall answer it."

  And so she sat weeping her victim, and pulling the strings of machinesto shed the blood of a second for having been her machine to kill thefirst.

 

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