the
man, but (said one to another) he that marries a fool must look for
thorns in his bed.
"What's done can't be undone," they told her. "You'd best let a
two-three of us stay the night and coax 'ee from frettin'. It's bad for the
system, and you so soon over child-birth."
Lovey opened her eyes wide on them.
"Lord's sake!" she said, "you don't reckon I'm goin' to sit down under
this? What?--and him the beautifullest, straightest cheeld that ever was
in Gwithian Parish! Go'st thy ways home, every wan. Piskies steal my
cheeld an' Dan'l's, would they? I'll pisky 'em!"
She showed them forth--"put them to doors" as we say in the Duchy--
every one, the Priest included. She would have none of their
consolation.
"You mean it kindly, naybors, I don't say; but tiddn' what I happen to
want. I wants my cheeld back; an' I'll have'n back, what's more!"
They went their ways, agreeing that the woman was doited. Lovey
closed the door upon them, bolted it, and sat for hours staring at the
empty cradle. Through the unglazed window she could see the stars;
and when these told her that midnight was near, she put on her shawl
again, drew the bolt, and fared forth over the towans. At first the stars
guided her, and the slant of the night-wind on her face; but by and by,
in a dip between the hills, she spied her mark and steered for it. This
was the spark within St. Gwithian's Chapel, where day and night a tiny
oil lamp, with a floating wick, burned before the image of Our Lady.
Meriden the Priest kept the lamp filled, the wick trimmed, year in and
year out. But he, good man, after remembering Lovey in his prayers,
was laid asleep and snoring within his hut, a bowshot away. The
chapel-door opened softly to Lovey's hand, and she crept up to Mary's
image, and abased herself before it.
"Dear Aun' Mary," she whispered, "the Piskies have taken my cheeld!
You d'knaw what that means to a poor female--you there, cuddlin' your
liddle Jesus in the crook o' your arm. An' you d'knaw likewise what
these Piskies be like; spiteful li'l toads, same as you or I might be if
happen we'd died unchristened an' hadn' no share in heaven nor hell nor
middle-earth. But that's no excuse. Aun' Mary, my dear, I want my
cheeld back!" said she. That was all Lovey prayed. Without more ado
she bobbed a curtsy, crept from the chapel, closed the door, and
way-to-go back to her cottage.
When she reached it and struck a light in the kitchen she more than half
expected to hear the child cry to her from his cradle. But, for all that
Meriden the Priest had told her concerning the Virgin and her power,
there the cradle stood empty.
"Well-a-well!" breathed Lovey. "The gentry are not to be hurried, I
reckon. I'll fit and lie down for forty winks," she said; "though I do
think, with her experience Mary might have remembered the poor mite
would be famished afore this, not to mention that the milk in me is
beginnin' to hurt cruel."
She did off some of her clothes and lay down, and even slept a little in
spite of the pain in her breasts; but awoke a good two hours before
dawn, to find no baby restored to her arms, nor even (when she looked)
was it back in its cradle.
"This'll never do," said Lovey. On went her shawl again, and once
again she faced the night and hurried across the towans to St.
Gwithian's Chapel. There in her niche stood Our Lady, quite as though
nothing had happened, with the infant Christ in her arms and the tiny
lamp burning at her feet.
"Aun' Mary, Aun' Mary," said Lovey, speaking up sharp, "this iddn' no
sense 't all! A person would think time was no objic, the way you stick
there starin', ain' my poor cheeld leary with hunger afore now--as you,
bein' a mother, oft to knaw. Fit an' fetch 'en home to me quick. Aw,
do'ee co', that's a dear soul!"
But Our Lady stood there and made no sign.
"I don't understand 'ee 't all," Lovey groaned. "'Tiddn' the way I'd
behave in your place, and you d'knaw it."
Still Our Lady made no sign.
Lovey grew desperate.
"Aw, very well, then!" she cried. "Try what it feels like without your
liddle Jesus!"
And reaching up a hand, she snatched at and lifted the Holy Child that
fitted into a stone socket on Our Lady's arm. It came away in her grasp,
and she fled, tucking it under her shawl.
All the way home Lovey looked for the earth to gape and swallow
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