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"Remove your hats and cloaks, will you?" he said.
This we did, and I saw him looking at my love all the time.
Presently, after gazing at her steadily for some moments, his lips moved.
"I do not wonder," he said. "He could not help it. How could he help it?
Had I been the lad, I should have done just the same."
Neither of us spoke, for I do not think either of us knew what was in his mind.
"Dost thou love this boy--my boy Roland?" he asked of Constance presently.
Her face became rosy red, and her eyes gleamed brightly.
"Ay, I do," she said.
"Then wilt thou kiss me, my child?"
Had it been any other man on earth I should have been jealous, but my heart rejoiced as I saw him kiss my love, for I knew what he thought of her.
After that he asked us many questions, and when we had answered them he said sadly, "I have made all provisions."
"What provisions?" I asked.
"Even for thy wedding, and for thy departure," he said sadly. "To-morrow morn thou shalt go to the old church and be wedded, and then thou must e'en ride to Gravesend and take pa.s.sage in the vessel there. Perchance, when another king cometh, thou canst return again, but not until then."
Neither of us asked him what he meant, for we knew. It grieved us that we should have to leave my old home, but it had to be, and yet were our hearts filled with a joy that pa.s.seth understanding.
The next night, as we sailed down the river past the Kentish coast, we stood side by side and hand in hand. We were man and wife.
"Are you sad, Constance?"
"Nay, Roland. The morning will come. Nay, morning is in my heart now, but morning will also come for our country. For myself I desire nought--nought, I have everything."
In truth so had I, and yet I longed to bring my wife back to the home of my boyhood.
Of how we fared in the new land I will say nothing here. Neither will I tell by what means we at length returned to England again, or describe the joy of our children as they played amongst the gardens of my old home, while my father, a white-haired man, watched them tenderly. That is a part of another story which, please G.o.d, I may tell some day.
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