Story and Song of Black Roderick | Page 2

the banquet-hall, And stood
among the wedding guests, The greatest of them all._
_He gave scant greeting to the throng, He waved the guests aside:
"Now haste! for I, Earl Roderick, Will wait long for no bride!_
_"And I must in the saddle be Before the night is gray; So quickly with
the marriage lines, And let us ride away."_
And now shall I tell thee how, as he spoke thus proud and heartlessly,
his little bride came into the hall? So white was she, and so trembled
she, that many wondered she did not sink upon the marble floor and
die.
Her mother held her snow-white hand, weeping bitterly the while.

"If I had my will," thought she, "this thing should never be. Oh, sharp
sorrow," sobbed she, "this for a woman: my trouble thou art, and my
thousand treasures."
Her father, seeing the frowning Earl, muttered in his beard:
"Would there were some other way. Stern is he and hard, to wear a
young maid's heart." And then aloud he spoke, laying his hands upon
the yellow curls of his child: "This is the golden link that binds the
clans. God's sweet love be upon her head, for she hath healed a cruel
and evil quarrel between the two houses. Lift up your voices, my
comrades, and make ye merry; it is a good deed you have helped in
to-day."
Now, when the guests turned with their laughter and gentle jesting to
the newly married pair, the Black Earl relented not his frown. With
scant courtesy and brief good-bye he mounted upon his fretting steed,
vowing he could no longer stay. Up before him they lifted the young
bride.
"'Tis a rough place to carry the child," wept the sad mother.
But her father smiled upon the Black Earl.
"Where but upon his heart should she rest? Is that not so, my son?"
"If it be not cold," muttered the sullen bridegroom, drawing his rein.
"Wrap thy cloak about her," cried the father, waving farewell.
"Wrap thy love about her," wept the mother, hiding her face.
So rode the Black Earl and his bride, followed by his sullen
men-at-arms, gay with their wedding favors.
To his weary little bride he spoke no gentle word, though she fluttered
weeping upon his breast like to some wounded thing.
For in his heart the gloomy Earl spake bitterly, and said he:
"Not upon thy hand did I hope to place my golden ring; I have put my
own true love aside, to keep the clans together, and wedding thee thus
have I been false to the desires of my heart, so do I turn from thee who
art my bride."
Thus did he take her to his castle in silence, and, lifting her from his
steed, bid her enter the strong gates before him.
So shut they with a clang upon her youth and her merry heart, and she
became the neglected mistress of the gray towers she had looked on
from afar, and bride of the great Earl she had dreamed of so long.
But to the Black Roderick she was as nothing; he sought her not,

neither did he speak of her; she was but the cruel small hand that closed
upon his heart and drew it from its love, claiming him in honor her own.
And to her claim was he faithful, turning even his thoughts away, lest
he should be false to his vow. But no more than this did he give her.
So was she left alone, the young bride who did not understand a man's
ways, and, fearing where she loved, hid from his presence lest he
should look upon her in hate. Oft had she dreamed of the wonder of
being the wife of this proud Earl, in trembling desire and hope, hearing
her parents speak of him and of the troth. Oft had she listened to their
murmured words, as they spoke of the clans and the peace these two
could bring.
"Stern he is, and black for the young child," said her mother, "and I am
afraid"; but the child stole away to the hill behind her father's castle,
and there looked into the valley of Baile-ata-Cliat to watch the white
towers of the Black Earl glistening in the sun, to dream and to tremble.
And as she gazed a honey-bee hummed in her ear, "Go not to the great
city."
And as she smiled she raised her hand between her eyes and the far-off
towers so she could not see.
"Nay," quoth she, "it is a small place; my hand can cover it."
"Ring a chime," saith she to the heather shaking its bells in the wind,
"ring for me a wedding chime, for I am to be the bride of the Earl