thy father’s wish thou shouldst not grieve at parting with thy companions, or the Sisters or Mother.  ’Tis best to leave them the remembrance of a face happy, rather than one steeped in sorrow.  Say to them what thy heart dictates, but with a quick tongue and bright countenance; ’twill tend to suppress tears and numb the pain at thy heart.  When thou art thus engaged I will prepare us for journeying.  Wilt thou wear thy Sunday gown?”

“’Tis none too good! couldst put on a ribbon to relieve its greyness?”

“Ah, Lambkin, thou hast begun already with thy fine lady’s notions! thou wilt be crying for high-heeled boots and built-up hair and stays, stays, Mistress, stays wilt be thy first cry—­oh, Lambkin, thou art heavy-hearted and I am turning myself into a fool to physic thy risibles;—­I wish we were upon the sea at this moment; if it were possible I should have taken thee while thou wert in sleep; but nay, I could not; for thou art a maiden grown and art plump and heavy with all.  If I had taken thee so, thou wouldst have wept anyway, perhaps; for ’tis thy nature to have thy own way.  ’Twould be a cross to thy father could he see thee now.  I doubt not ’twould turn the Scot’s bull-scaring face to ashen hues, ’tis possible—­” Katherine’s soft rippling laugh interrupted her, and at its sound Janet leant and kissed the maid’s pink-palmed hands as they lay upon the coverlet, and taking them within her own fondled them, saying,—­“And thou wilt surprise my lord and his friends by thy rare playing of the clavichord, and ’tis possible so great and wealthy a man will own a piano-forte of which we have heard so much; and mayhap thou will be presented at Court, and in great London town thou mayest see many musicians from France, for ’tis not improbable they are brought over the channel at the instance of his Majesty.  Is it not grand to think of all these things, Lambkin?”

“Aye, ’tis glorious!  But Janet, let me up and dress me—­ah, it seems an age until the morrow!”

’Twas with greater care than usual Janet made ready her Mistress.  And after sundry admonitions about cold corridors and draughts, opened the door and watched her in silence as she passed through, and down the hall to vespers.  And when evening prayer was over and Katherine had gone to say adieu, Janet began to pack the chests for their early flight; her heart exultant, save for the sorrow of not seeing her master again as she believed and having some little fear of the new one she was about to encounter.

CHAPTER II

THE LORD OF CRANDLEMAR

The adieux had been said, the night had come and gone, and with the dawn the tide drew away carrying with it a large vessel upon the deck of which stood Janet and Katherine wrapped in long traveling capes.

“’Tis the most wondrous sight I ever beheld!  Thinkest thou the Bethlehem Star could have been more beautiful than yonder Lucifer.  Indeed it seems, Janet, we see in all nature the reflection of the Christ; the birth of dawn; the presence of the star; these black waters.  ’Tis awesome!  Listen, Janet, thou must acknowledge thou hearest something more than plaint of ocean.  ’Tis something more than sound.  It fills me with an exultation I cannot analyze.  Dost feel it, Janet?”