The Kings Daughters

The King's Daughters, by Emily
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Title: The King's Daughters
Author: Emily Sarah Holt
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The King's Daughters
How Two Girls Kept the Faith
by Emily Sarah Holt.

CHAPTER ONE.
CHOOSING A NEW GOWN.
"Give you good den, Master Clere!" said a rosy-faced countrywoman
with a basket on her arm, as she came into one of the largest clothier's
shops in Colchester. It was an odd way of saying "Good Evening," but
this was the way in which they said it in 1556. The rosy-faced woman
set down her basket on the counter, and looked round the shop in the
leisurely way of somebody who was in no particular hurry. They did
not dash and rush and scurry through their lives in those days, as we do
in these. She was looking to see if any acquaintance of hers was there.
As she found nobody she went to business. "Could you let a body see a
piece of kersey, think you? I'd fain have a brown or a good dark murrey
'd serve me--somewhat that should not show dirt, and may be trusted to
wear well.--Good den, Mistress Clere!--Have you e'er a piece o' kersey
like that?"
Master Nicholas Clere, who stood behind the counter, did not move a
finger. He was a tall, big man, and he rested both hands on his counter,
and looked his customer in the face. He was not a man whom people
liked much, for he was rather queer-tempered, and as Mistress Clere
was wont to remark, "a bit easier put out than in." A man of few words,
but those were often pungent, was Nicholas Clere.
"What price?" said he.
"Well! you mustn't ask me five shillings a yard," said the rosy-faced
woman, with a little laugh. That was the price of the very best and
finest kersey.
"Shouldn't think o' doing," answered the clothier.
"Come, you know the sort as 'ill serve me. Shilling a yard at best. If
you've any at eightpence--"
"Haven't."

"Well, then I reckon I must go a bit higher."
"We've as good a kersey at elevenpence," broke in Mrs Clere, "as you'd
wish to see, Alice Mount, of a summer day. A good brown, belike, and
not one as 'll fade--and a fine thread--for the price, you know. You
don't look for kersey at elevenpence to be even with that at
half-a-crown, now, do you? but you'll never repent buying this, I
promise you."
Mrs Clere was not by any means a woman of few words. While she
was talking her husband had taken down the kersey, and opened it out
upon the counter.
"There!" said he gruffly: "take it or leave it."
There were two other women in the shop, to whom Mrs Clere was
showing some coarse black stockings: they looked like mother and
daughter. While Alice Mount was looking at the kersey, the younger of
these two said to the other--
"Isn't that Alice Mount of Bentley?--she that was had to London last
August by the Sheriffs for heresy, with a main lot more?"
"Ay, 'tis she," answered the mother in an undertone.
"Twenty-three of them, weren't there?"
"Thereabouts. They stood to it awhile, if you mind, and then they made
some fashion of submission, and got let off."
"So they did, but I mind Master Maynard said it was but a sorry sort.
He wouldn't have taken it, quoth he."
The other woman laughed slightly. "Truly, I believe that, if he had a
chance to lay hold on 'em else. He loves bringing folk to book, and
prison too."
"There's Margaret Thurston coming across," said the younger woman,
after a moment's pause. "I rather guess she means to turn in here."

When people say "I guess" now, we set them down at once as
Americans; but in 1556 everybody in England said it. Our American
cousins have kept many an old word and expression which we have lost.
See Note Two.
In another minute a woman came in who was a strong contrast to Alice
Mount. Instead of being small, round, and rosy, she was tall and spare,
and very pale, as if she might have been ill not long before. She too
carried a basket, but though it was only about half as large as