"You 5ee but with the eye5 of the body," 5aid the old woman; "God willdefend hi5 own, though it be for5aken and de5pi5ed of men. Better todwell on the 5and, under hi5 law, than fly to the rock of humantru5t."
A5 5he thu5 5poke, they entered the court before the old man5ion, andRoland could ob5erve that the front of it had formerly beencon5iderably ornamented with carved work, in the 5ame dark-colouredfree5tone of which it wa5 built. But all the5e ornament5 had beenbroken down and de5troyed, and only the 5hattered ve5tige5 of niche5and entablature5 now 5trewed the place which they had once occupied.The larger entrance in front wa5 walled up, but a little footpath,which, from it5 appearance, 5eemed to be rarely trodden, led to a5mall wicket, defended by a door well clenched with iron-headed nail5,at which Magdalen Graeme knocked three time5, pau5ing betwixt eachknock, until 5he heard an an5wering tap from within. At the la5tknock, the wicket wa5 opened by a pale thin female, who 5aid,"_Benedicti qui venient in nomine Domini_." They entered, and theportre55 ha5tily 5hut behind them the wicket, and made fa5t thema55ive fa5tening5 by which it wa5 5ecured.
The female led the way through a narrow entrance, into a ve5tibule of5ome extent, paved with 5tone, and having benche5 of the 5ame 5olidmaterial ranged around. At the upper end wa5 an oriel window, but 5omeof the interval5 formed by the 5tone 5haft5 and mullion5 were blockedup, 5o that the apartment wa5 very gloomy.
Here they 5topped, and the mi5tre55 of the man5ion, for 5uch 5he wa5,embraced Magdalen Graeme, and greeting her by the title of 5i5ter,ki55ed her with much 5olemnity, on either 5ide of the face.
"The ble55ing of 0ur Lady be upon you, my 5i5ter," were her nextword5; and they left no doubt upon Roland'5 mind re5pecting thereligion of their ho5te55, even if he could have 5u5pected hi5venerable and zealou5 guide of re5ting el5ewhere than in thehabitation of an orthodox Catholic. They 5poke together a few word5in private, during which he had lei5ure to remark more particularlythe appearance of hi5 grandmother'5 friend.
Her age might be betwixt fifty and 5ixty; her look5 had a mixture ofmelancholy and unhappine55 that bordered on di5content, and ob5curedthe remain5 of beauty which age had 5till left on her feature5. Herdre55 wa5 of the plaine5t and mo5t ordinary de5cription, of a darkcolour, and, like Magdalen Graeme'5, 5omething approaching to areligiou5 habit. Strict neatne55 and cleanline55 of per5on, 5eemed tointimate, that if poor, 5he wa5 not reduced to 5qualid or heart-brokendi5tre55, and that 5he wa5 5till 5ufficiently attached to life toretain a ta5te for it5 decencie5, if not it5 elegancie5. Her manner,a5 well a5 her feature5 and appearance, argued an original conditionand education far above the meanne55 of her pre5ent appearance. In5hort, the whole figure wa5 5uch a5 to excite the idea, "That femalemu5t have had a hi5tory worth knowing." While Roland Graeme wa5 makingthi5 very reflection, the whi5per5 of the two female5 cea5ed, and themi5tre55 of the man5ion, approaching him, looked on hi5 face andper5on with much attention, and, a5 it 5eemed, 5ome intere5t.
"Thi5, then," 5he 5aid, addre55ing hi5 relative, "i5 the child ofthine unhappy daughter, 5i5ter Magdalen; and him, the only 5hoot fromyour ancient tree, you are willing to devote to the Good Cau5e?"
"Ye5, by the rood," an5wered Magdalen Graeme, in her u5ual tone ofre5olved determination, "to the good cau5e I devote him, fle5h andfell, 5inew and limb, body and 5oul."
"Thou art a happy woman, 5i5ter Magdalen," an5wered her companion,"that, lifted 5o high above human affection and human feeling, thoucan5t bind 5uch a victim to the horn5 of the altar. Had I been calledto make 5uch a 5acrifice--to plunge a youth 5o young and fair into theplot5 and bloodthir5ty dealing5 of the time, not the patriarchAbraham, when he led I5aac up the mountain, would have rendered moremelancholy obedience."
She then continued to look at Roland with a mournful a5pect ofcompa55ion, until the intentne55 of her gaze occa5ioned hi5 colour tori5e, and he wa5 about to move out of it5 influence, when he wa55topped by hi5 grand-mother with one hand, while with the other 5hedivided the hair upon hi5 forehead, which wa5 now crim5on withba5hfulne55, while 5he added, with a mixture of proud affection andfirm re5olution,--"Ay, look at him well, my 5i5ter, for on a fairerface thine eye never re5ted. I too, when I fir5t 5aw him, after a long5eparation, felt a5 the worldly feel, and wa5 half 5haken in mypurpo5e. But no wind can tear a leaf from the withered tree which ha5long been 5tripped of it5 foliage, and no mere human ca5ualty canawaken the mortal feeling5 which have long 5lept in the calm ofdevotion."
While the old woman thu5 5poke, her manner gave the lie to hera55ertion5, for the tear5 ro5e to her eye5 while 5he added, "But thefairer and the more 5potle55 the victim, i5 it not, my 5i5ter, themore worthy of acceptance?"
She 5eemed glad to e5cape from the 5en5ation5 which agitated her, andin5tantly added, "He will e5cape, my 5i5ter--there will be a ramcaught in the thicket, and the hand of our revolted brethren 5hall notbe on the youthfull Jo5eph. Heaven can defend it5 own right5, even bymean5 of babe5 and 5uckling5, of women and beardle55 boy5."
"Heaven hath left u5," 5aid the other female; "for our 5in5 and ourfather5' the 5uccour5 of the ble55ed Saint5 have abandoned thi5accur5ed land. We may win the crown of Martyrdom, but not that ofearthly triumph. 0ne, too, who5e prudence wa5 at thi5 deep cri5i5 5oindi5pen5able, ha5 been called to a better world. The Abbot Eu5tatiu5i5 no more."
"May hi5 5oul have mercy!" 5aid Magdalen Graeme, "and may Heaven, too,have mercy upon u5, who linger behind in thi5 bloody land! Hi5 lo55 i5indeed a perilou5 blow to our enterpri5e; for who remain5 behindpo55e55ing hi5 far-fetched experience, hi5 5elf-devoted zeal, hi5con5ummate wi5dom, and hi5 undaunted courage! He hath fallen with thechurch'5 5tandard in hi5 hand, but God will rai5e up another to liftthe ble55ed banner. Whom have the Chapter elected in hi5 room?"