When we arrived at that hut at mid-afternoon, we saw no signs of life about it. The field nearby had been denuded of its crop some time before, and had a skinned look, so exhaustively had it been harvested and gleaned. Fences, sheds, everything had a ruined look, and were eloquent of poverty. No animal was around anywhere, no living thing in sight. The stillness was awful, it was like the stillness of death. The cabin was a one-story one, whose thatch was black with age, and ragged from lack of repair.
The door stood a trifle ajar. We approached it stealthily—on tip-toe and at half-breath—for that is the way one’s feelingⒶalteration in the MS makes him do, at such a time. The king knocked. We waited. No answer. Knocked again. No answer. I pushed the door softly open and looked in. I made out some dim forms, and a woman started up from the ground and stared at me, as one does who is wakened from sleep. Presently she found her voice—Ⓐrejected substantive Ⓐemendation
[begin page 329]“Have mercy!” she pleaded. “All is taken; nothing is left.”
“I have notⒶalteration in the MS come to take anything, poor woman.”
“You are not a priest?”
“No.”
“Nor come not from the lord of the manor?”
“No, I am a stranger.”
“Oh, then, for the fear of God, who visits with misery and death such as be harmless, tarry not here, but fly! This place is under his curse—and his Church’s.Ⓐalteration in the MS”
“Let me come in and help you—you are sick and in trouble.”
I was better used to the dim light, now. I could see her hollow eyes fixed upon me, I could see how emaciated she was.
“I tell you the place is under the Church’sⒶalteration in the MS ban. Save yourself—and go, before some straggler see thee here, and report it.”
“Give yourselfⒶalteration in the MS no trouble about me; I don’t care anything for the Church’sⒶalteration in the MS curse.Ⓐalteration in the MS Let me help you.”
“Now all good spirits—if there be any such—bless theeⒶalteration in the MS for that word. Would God I had a sup of water!—but hold, hold, forget I said it, and fly; for there is that here that even he that feareth not the ChurchⒶemendation must fear: this disease whereof we die. Leave us, thou brave good stranger, and take with thee such whole and sincere blessing as them that be accursed can give.”
But before this, I had picked up a wooden bowl and was rushing past the king on my way to the brook. It was ten yards away. When I got back and entered, the king was within, and was opening the shutter that closed the window-hole, to let in air and light. The place was full of a foul stench. I put the bowl to the woman’s lipsⒶalteration in the MS, and as she gripped it with her eager talons, the shutter came open and a strong light flooded her face. Small-pox!
I sprang to the king, and said in his ear:
“Out of the door on the instant, sire! the woman is dying of that disease that wasted the skirts of Camelot two years ago.”
He did not budge.
“Of a truth I shall remain—and likewise help.”
I whispered again:Ⓐemendation
“King, it must not be. You must go.”
“Ye mean well, and ye speak not unwisely. But it were shame that a king should know fear, and shame that belted knightⒶalteration in the MS should with- [begin page 330] hold his hand where be such as need succor. Peace, I will not go.Ⓐalteration in the MS It is you who must go. The Church’sⒶemendation ban is not upon me, but it forbiddeth you to be here, and she will deal with you with a heavy hand an word come to her of your trespass.”
It was a desperate place for him to be in, and might cost him his life, but it was no use to argue with him. If heⒶalteration in the MS considered his knightly honor at stake here, that was the end of argument; he would stay, and nothing could prevent it; I was aware of that. And so I droppedⒶtextual note the subject. The woman spoke:
“Fair sir, of your kindness will ye climb the ladder there, and bring me news of what ye find?Ⓐalteration in the MS BeⒶalteration in the MS not afraid to report, for times can come when even a mother’s heart is past breaking—being already brokeⒶtextual note Ⓐrejected substantive Ⓐemendation.”
“Abide,” said the king, “and give the woman to eat. I will go.” And he put down the knapsack.Ⓐalteration in the MS
I turnedⒶalteration in the MS to start, butⒶalteration in the MS the king had already started. He halted, and looked down upon a man who lay in a dim light, and had not noticed us, thus far, or spoken.
“Is it your husband?” the king asked.
“Yes.”
“Is he asleepⒶemendation?”
“God be thanked for that one charity, yes—these three hours. Where shall I pay to the full, my gratitude! for my heart is bursting with it for that sleep he sleepeth now.”
I said:Ⓐalteration in the MS
“We will be careful. We will not wake him.”
“Ah, no, that ye will not, for he is dead.”
“Dead?”
“Yes. What triumph it is to know it! None can harm him, none insult him more. He is in heaven, now, and happy; or if not there, he bides in hell and is content; for in that place he will find neither abbot nor yet bishop. We were boy and girl together; we were man and wife these five and twenty years, and never separated till this day. Think how long that is, to love and suffer together. This morning was he out of his mind, and in his fancy we were boy and girl again and wandering in the happy fields; and soⒶalteration in the MS in that innocent glad converse wanderedⒶalteration in the MS he farⒶalteration in the MS and farther, still lightly gossiping, and entered into those other fields we know not of, and was shut away from mortal sight. And so there was no parting, for in his fancy I went with [begin page 331]
There was a slight noise from the direction of the dim corner where the ladder was. It was the king, descending. I could see that he was bearing something in one arm, and assisting himself with the other. He came forward into the light; upon his breast lay a slender girl of fifteen. She was but half conscious; she was dying of small-pox. Here was heroism at its last and loftiest possibility, its utmost summit; this was challenging death in the open field unarmed, with all the [begin page 332] odds against the challenger, no reward set upon the contest,Ⓐalteration in the MS and no admiring world in silks and cloth of gold to gaze and applaud; and yet the king’s bearing was as serenely brave as it had always been in those cheaper contests where knight meets knight in equal fight and clothed in protecting steel. He was great, now;Ⓐalteration in the MS sublimely great.Ⓐalteration in the MS The rude statues of his ancestors in his palace should have an addition—I would see to that; and it would not be a mailed king killing a giant or a dragon, like the rest, it would be a king in commoner’s garbⒶalteration in the MS bearing death in his arms that a peasant mother might look her last upon her child and be comforted.
He laid the girl down by her mother, who poured out endearments and caresses from an overflowing heart, and one could detect a flickering faint light of response in the child’s eyes, but that was all. The mother hung over her, kissing her, petting her, and imploring her to speak, but the lips only moved, and no sound came. I snatched my liquorⒶalteration in the MS flask from my knapsack, but the woman forbade me, and said:
“No—she does not suffer; it is better so. It might bring her back to life. None that be so good and kind as ye are, would do her that cruel hurt. For look you—what is left to live for? Her brothers are gone, her father is gone, her mother goeth, the Church’sⒶalteration in the MS Ⓐemendation curse is upon her and none may shelter or befriend her even though she lay perishing in the road. She is desolate. I have not asked you, good heart, if her sister be still on live, here overhead; I had no need; ye had gone back, else, and not left the poor thingⒶemendation forsaken—”
“She lieth at peace,” interrupted the king, in a subdued voice.
“I would not change it. How rich is this day in happiness! Ah, my Annis, thou shalt join thy sister soon—thou’rt on thy way, and these be merciful friends, that will not hinder.”
And soⒶemendation she fell to murmuring and cooing over the girl again, and softly stroking her face and hair, and kissing her and calling her by endearing names; but there was scarcely sign of response, now, in the glazing eyes. I saw tears well from the king’s eyes, and trickle down his face. The woman noticed them, too, and said:
“Ah, I know that sign:Ⓐalteration in the MS thou’st a wife at home, poor soul, and you and she have gone hungry to bed, many’s the time, that the little ones might have your crust; you know what poverty is, and the daily insults of your betters, and the heavy hand of the ChurchⒶemendation and the king.”
The king winced under this accidental home-shot, but kept still; [begin page 333]
“Ye know it well, yourselves, having suffered it—for truly none of our condition in Britain escape it. It is the old, weary tale. We fought and struggled, and succeeded; meaning by success, that we lived and did not die; more than that is not to be claimed. No troubles came that we could not outlive, till this year brought them; then came they all at once, as one might say, and overwhelmed us. Years ago the lord of the manor planted certain fruit trees on our farmⒶalteration in the MS; in the best part of it, too—a grievous wrong and shame—”
“But it was his right,” interruptedⒶalteration in the MS the king.
“None denieth that, indeed; an the law mean anything, what is the lord’s is his, and what is mine is his also. Our farm was ours by lease, therefore ’twas likewise his, to do with it as he would. Some little time ago, three of those trees were found hewn down. Our three grown sons ranⒶalteration in the MS frightened to report the crime. Well, in his lordship’s dungeon there they lie, who saith there shall they lie and rot till they confess. They have naught to confess, being innocent, wherefore there will they remain until they die. Ye know that right well, I ween. [begin page 334] Think how this left us: a man, a woman and two children, to gather a crop that was planted by a soⒶrejected substantive much greater force; yes, and protect it night and day from pigeons and prowling animals that be sacred and must not be hurt by any of our sort.Ⓔexplanatory note When my lord’s crop was nearlyⒶemendation ready for the harvest, so also was ours; when his bell rang to call us to his fields to harvest his cropsⒶalteration in the MS for nothing, he would not allow that I and my two girls should count for our three captive sons, but for only two of them; so, for the lacking one were we daily fined. All this time our own crop was perishing through neglect; and so both the priest and his lordship fined us because their shares of it were suffering throughⒶemendation damage. In the end the fines ate up our crop—and they took it all; they took it all, and made us harvest it for them, without pay or food, and we starving. Then the worst came when I, being out of my mind with hunger and loss of my boysⒶalteration in the MS, and grief to see my husband and my little maids in rags and misery and despair, uttered a deepⒶalteration in the MS blasphemy—oh!Ⓐemendation a thousand of them!—Ⓐalteration in the MS against the ChurchⒶemendation and the Church’sⒶemendation ways. It was ten days ago. I had fallen sick with this disease, and it was to the priest I said the words, for he was come to chide me for lack of due humility underⒶalteration in the MS the chastening hand of God. He carried my trespass to his betters; I was stubborn; wherefore, presentlyⒶalteration in the MS upon my head, and upon all heads that were dear to me, fell the curseⒶalteration in the MS of Rome.
“Since that day, we are avoided, shunned with horror. None has come near this hut to know whether we live or not. The restⒶalteration in the MS of us were taken down. Then I roused me and got up, as wife and mother will. It was little they could have eaten in any case; it was less than little they hadⒶalteration in the MS to eat. But there was water, and I gave them that. How they craved it! and how they blessed it! But the end came yesterday; my strength broke down. Yesterday was the last time I ever saw my husband and this youngest child alive. I have lain here all these hours—these ages, ye may say—listening, listening, for any sound up there that—”
She gave a sharp quick glance at her eldest daughter, then cried out, “Oh, my darling!” and feeblyⒶalteration in the MS gathered the stiffening form to her sheltering arms. She had recognized the death-rattleⒶemendation.