“Sir,” said Chateauneuf, as he stood beside Richard, waiting till the girl’s preparations were over, “if there could have been any doubts of the royal lineage of your charge, her demeanour to-day would have disproved them.  She stood there speaking as an equal, all undaunted before that Queen before whom all tremble, save when they can cajole her.”

“She stood there in the strength of truth and innocence,” said Richard.

Whereat the Frenchman again looked perplexed at these incomprehensible English.

Cicely presently appeared.  It was wonderful to see how that one effort had given her dignity and womanhood.  She thanked the two ambassadors for the countenance they had given to her, and begged them to continue their exertions in her mother’s cause.  “And,” she added, “I believe my mother has already requested of you to keep this matter a secret.”

They bowed, and she added, “You perceive, gentlemen, that the very conditions I have offered involve secrecy both as to my mother’s future abode and my existence.  Therefore, I trust that you will not consider it inconsistent with your duty to the King of France to send no word of this.”

Again they assured her of their secrecy, and the promise was so far kept that the story was reserved for the private ear of Henri III. on Bellievre’s return, and never put into the despatches.

Two days later, Cicely enjoyed some of the happiest hours of her life.  She stood by the bed where her mother was lying, and was greeted with the cry, “My child, my child!  I thought I never should see thee more.  Domine, nunc dimittis!”

“Nay, dearest mother, but I trust she will show mercy.  I bring you conditions.”

Mary laid her head on her daughter’s shoulder and listened.  It might be that she had too much experience of Elizabeth’s vacillations to entertain much hope of her being allowed to retire beyond her grasp into a foreign convent, and she declared that she could not endure that her beloved, devoted child should wear away her life under Elizabeth’s jealous eye, but Cis put this aside, saying with a smile, “I think she will not be hard with me.  She will be no worse than my Lady Countess, and I shall have a secret of joy within me in thinking of you resting among the good nuns.”

And Mary caught hope from the anticipations she would not damp, and gave herself to the description of the peaceful cloister life, reviewing in turn the nunneries she had heard described, and talking over their rules.  There would indeed be as little liberty as here, but she would live in the midst of prayer and praise, and be at rest from the plots and plans, the hopes and fears, of her long captivity, and be at leisure for penitence.  “For, ah! my child, guiltless though I be of much that is laid to my charge, thy mother is a sinful woman, all unworthy of what her brave and innocent daughter has dared and done for her.”

Almost equally precious with that mother’s greeting was the grave congratulating look of approval which Cicely met in Humfrey’s eyes when he had heard all from his father.  He could exult in her, even while he thought sadly of the future which she had so bravely risked, watching over her from a distance in his silent, self-restrained, unselfish devotion.