If e'er he lov'd, 'twas her alone, Who died within that vault of stone. XXIX. And now, when close at hand they saw Whose turrets view'd, afar, And tedious were to tell, I ween, The courteous speech that pass'd between. Like them, from horseback to descend, - Fair lady, grieve e'en from my heart, 1 MS. "North Berwick's town, and conic Law." 2 The convent alluded to is a foundation of Cistertian nuns, near North Berwick, of which there are still some remains. It was founded by Duncan, Earl of Fife, in 1216. "The lofty Bass, the Lamb's green isle." Such gentle company to part; – But lords' commands must be obey'd; To your good kinsman, Lord Fitz-Clare." XXX. The startled Abbess loud exclaim'd; But she, at whom the blow was aim'd, Grew pale as death, and cold as lead,She deem'd she heard her death-doom read. "Cheer thee, my child!" the Abbess said, They dare not tear thee from my hand, To ride alone with armed band.". "Nay, holy mother, nay," Fitz-Eustace said, "the lovely Clare Will be in Lady Angus' care, In Scotland while we stay; And, when we move, an easy ride Befitting Gloster's heir; Nor thinks, nor dreams, my noble lord, To harass Lady Clare. Her faithful guardian he will be, That e'en to stranger falls, Till he shall place her, safe and free, He spoke, and blush'd with earnest grace; And Clare's worst fear relieved. To curse with candle, bell, and book. Her head the grave Cistertian shook: "The Douglas, and the King," she said, "In their commands will be obey'd; Grieve not, nor dream that harm can fall The maiden in Tantallon hall." XXXI. The Abbess, seeing strife was vain, For much of state she had, Composed her veil, and raised her head, And-"Bid," in solemn voice she said, "Thy master, bold and bad, The records of his house turn o'er, And, when he shall there written see, Drove the Monks forth of Coventry,1 Prancing in pride of earthly trust, God judge 'twixt Marmion and me; And I a poor recluse; Yet oft, in holy writ, we see Even such weak minister as me May the oppressor bruise: For thus, inspired, did Judith slay And Jael thus, and Deborah❞— To hear the Lady preach? 1 This relates to the catastrophe of a real Robert de Marmion, in the reign of King Stephen, whom William of Newbury describes with some attributes of my fictitious hero: "Homo bellicosus, ferocia, et astucia, fere nullo suo tempore impar." This baron, having expelled the monks from the church of Coventry, was not long of experiencing the divine judgment, as the same monks, no doubt, termed his disaster. Having waged a feudal war with the Earl of Chester, Marmion's horse fell, as he charged in the van of his troop, against a body of the earl's followers; the rider's thigh being broken by the fall, his head was cut off by a common foot-soldier ere he could receive any succour. The whole story is told by William of Newbury. By this good light! if thus we stay, Will sharper sermon teach. Come, d'on thy cap, and mount thy horse; XXXII. "Submit we then to force," said Clare, Let him take living, land, and life; And if it be the King's decree, Where even a homicide might come, And safely rest his head, Though at its open portals stood, Thirsting to pour forth blood for blood, The kinsmen of the dead; Yet one asylum is my own Where kings have little power. One victim is before me there. 1 This line, necessary to the rhyme, is now for the first time restored from the MS. It must have been omitted by an oversight in the original printing. — ED. |