"It is passed," said he, mournfully. "These sounds call me back to my slavery. We must both resume our roles. I must become queen again.""But first swear to me that you will never forget this hour; that you will ever think upon the oaths which we have mutually sworn."She looked at him almost astounded. "My God! can truth and love be forgotten?""You will remain ever true, Catharine?"She smiled. "See, now, my jealous lord, do I address such questions to you?""Oh, queen, you well know that you possess the charm that binds forever.""Who knows?" said she dreamily, as she raised her enthusiastic look to heaven, and seemed to follow the bright silvery clouds which were sailing slowly across the blue ether.
Then her eyes fell on her beloved, and laying her hand softly upon his shoulder, she said: "Love is like God--eternal, primeval, and ever present! But you must believe in it to feel its presence; you must trust it to be worthy of its blessing!"But the hallooing and the clangor of the horns came nearer and nearer. Even now was heard the barking of the dogs and the tramp of horses.
The earl had untied the horses, and led Hector, who was now quiet and gentle as a lamb, to his mistress.
"Queen," said Thomas Seymour, "two delinquents now approach you!
Hector is my accomplice, and had it not been that the fly I now see on his swollen ear had made him raving, I should be the most pitiable and unhappy man in your kingdom, while now I am the happiest and most enviable."The queen made no answer, but she put both her arms around the animal's neck and kissed him.
"Henceforth," said she, "then I will ride only Hector, and when he is old and unfit for service--""He shall be tended and cared for in the stud of Countess Catharine Seymour!" interrupted Thomas Seymour, as he held the queen's stirrup and assisted her into the saddle.
The two rode in silence toward the sound of the voices and horns, both too much occupied by their own thoughts to interrupt them by trifling words.
"He loves me!" thought Catharine. "I am a happy, enviable woman, for Thomas Seymour loves me.""She loves me!" thought he, with a proud, triumphant smile. "Ishall, therefore, one day become Regent of England."Just then they came out on the large level meadow, through which they had previously ridden, and over which now came, scattered here and there in motley confusion, the entire royal suite, Princess Elizabeth at the head.
"One thing more!" whispered Catharine. "If you ever need a messenger to me, apply to John Heywood. He is a friend whom we can trust."And she sprang forward to meet the princess, to recount to her all the particulars of her adventure, and her happy rescue by the master of horse.
Elizabeth, however, listened to her with glowing looks and thoughts distracted, and as the queen then turned to the rest of her suite, and, surrounded by her ladies and lords, received their congratulations, a slight sign from the princess called Thomas Seymour to her side.
She allowed her horse to curvet some paces forward, by which she and the earl found themselves separated a little from the rest, and were sure of being overheard by no one.
"My lord," said she, in a vehement, almost threatening voice, "you have often and in vain besought me to grant you an interview. I have denied you. You intimated that you had many things to say to me, for which we must be alone, and which must reach no listener's ear.
Well, now, to-day I grant you an interview, and I am at last inclined to listen to you."She paused and waited for a reply. But the earl remained silent. He only made a deep and respectful bow, bending to the very neck of his horse. "Well and good; I will go to this rendezvous were it but to blind Elizabeth's eyes, that she may not see what she never ought to see. That was all."The young princess cast on him an angry look, and a dark scowl gathered on her brow. "You understand well how to control your joy,"said she; "and any one to see you just now would think--""That Thomas Seymour is discreet enough not to let even his rapture be read in his countenance at this dangerous court," interrupted the earl in a low murmur. "When, princess, may I see you and where?""Wait for the message that John Heywood will bring you to-day,"whispered Elizabeth, as she sprang forward and again drew near the queen.
"John Heywood, again!" muttered the earl. "The confidant of both, and so my hangman, if he wishes to be!"
