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Beltane The Smith
Chapter XXIII. Of the Humility of Helen the Proud
Jeffrey Farnol
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       Beltane, leaning forth of his lattice, stared upon the moon with doleful eyes, heavy with sense of wrong and big with self-pity.
       "I have dreamed a wondrous fair dream," said he within himself, "but all dreams must end, so is my dream vanished quite and I awake, and being awake, now will I arise and go upon my duty!" Then turned he to his bed that stood beside the window and forthwith began to arm himself; but with every lace he drew, with every strap he buckled, he sighed amain and his self-pity waxed the mightier. He bethought him of his father's sayings anent the love of women, and in his mind condemned them all as fickle and light-minded. And in a while, being armed from head to foot, in glistening coif and hauberk and with sword girt about his middle, he came back to the lattice and leaned him there to stare again upon the moon, to wait until the manor should be wrapped in sleep and to grieve for himself with every breath he drew.
       Being thus so profoundly occupied and, moreover, his head being thrust without the window, he heard nought of the tap upon his chamber door nor of the whispered sound of his name. Thus he started to feel a touch upon his arm, and turning, beheld the Duchess.
       She wore a simple robe that fell about her body's round loveliness in sweetly revealing folds; her hair, all unbraided, was caught up 'neath a jewelled fillet in careless fashion, but--O surely, surely, never had she looked so fair, so sweet and tender, so soft and desirable as now, the tear-drops yet agleam upon her drooping lashes and her bosom yet heaving with recent grief.
       "And--thou art armed, my lord?"
       "I ride for Thrasfordham-within-Bourne this night, my lady."
       "But I am come to thee--humbly--craving thy forgiveness, Beltane."
       "Nought have I to forgive thee, lady--save that thou art woman!"
       "Thou would'st not have me--a man, messire?"
       "'Twould be less hard to leave thee."
       "Thou art--leaving me then, Beltane?"
       "Yea, indeed, my lady. The woes of Pentavalon call to me with a thousand tongues: I must away--pray God I have not tarried too long!"
       "But art yet weak of thy wound, Beltane. I pray thee tarry--a little longer. Ah, my lord, let not two lives go empty because of the arts of a false friend, for well do I know that Winfrida, seeing me coming to thee in the garden, kissed thee of set purpose, that, beholding, I might grieve."
       "Is this indeed so, my lady?"
       "She did confess it but now."
       "Said she so indeed?"
       "Aye, my lord, after I had--pulled her hair--a little. But O, my Beltane, even when I thought thee base, I loved thee! Ah, go not from me, stay but until to-morrow, and then shalt thou wed me for thine own! Leave me not, Beltane, for indeed--I cannot live--without thee!"
       So saying, she sank down upon his couch, hiding her face in the pillow.
       Now came Beltane and leaned above her.
       "Helen!" he whispered; and falling upon his knees, he set his arms about her. Then lifted she her tearful face and looked upon him in the moonlight; and lying thus, of a sudden reached out white arms to him: and in her eyes was love, and on her quivering lips and in all the yearning beauty of her, love called to him.
       Close, close he caught her in his embrace, kissing her hard and fierce, and her long hair came down to veil them in its glory. Then, trembling, he lifted her in his arms and bore her forth of his chamber out into the hall beyond, where lights flickered against arras-hung wall. There, falling upon his knees before her, he hid his face within the folds of her habit.
       "O Helen!" he groaned, "thou art--so beautiful--so beautiful that I grow afraid of thee! Wed me this night or in mercy let me begone!"
       And now did the Duchess look down upon him with eyes of wonder changing to a great and tender joy, and stooping, put back his mail coif with reverent hand and laid her cheek upon that bowed and golden head.
       "Beltane," she whispered, "O Beltane of mine, now do I know thee indeed for a true man and noble knight! Such love as thine honoureth us both, so beloved, this night--within the hour, shalt thou wed with me, and I joy to hear thee call me--Wife!"
       Therewith she turned and left him there upon his knees.
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Chapter I. How Beltane Lived Within the Greenwood
Chapter II. How Beltane Had Word with the Duke, Black Ivo
Chapter III. How Love Came to Beltane in the Greenwood
Chapter IV. Of the Love and the Grief of Helen the Proud
Chapter V. Which Tells of the Story of Ambrose the Hermit
Chapter VI. How Beltane Fared Forth of the Green
Chapter VII. How Beltane Talked with One Hight Giles Brabblecombe, Who was a Notable and Learned Archer
Chapter VIII. How Beltane Held Discourse with a Black Friar
Chapter IX. Wherein is Some Account of the Philosophy of Folly and the Wisdom of a Fool
Chapter X. How Beltane Made Comrade One Black Roger that was a Hangman
Chapter XI. Which Tells How Three Mighty Men Sware Fealty to Beltane: and How Good Friar Martin Digged a Grave in the Wild
Chapter XII. Which Tells How Duke Ivo's Great Gallows Ceased to Be
Chapter XIII. How They Brake Open the Dungeon of Belsaye
Chapter XIV. How Beltane Came Nigh to Death
Chapter XV. How Beltane Had Word with Pertolepe the Red, and How They Left Him in the Forest
Chapter XVI. Of the Rueful Knight of the Burning Heart
Chapter XVII. Of the Ambushment Near Thornaby Mill
Chapter XVIII. How Beltane Met Sir Gilles of Brandonmere
Chapter XIX. Concerning the Eyes of a Nun
Chapter XX. How Beltane Plighted His Troth in the Green
Chapter XXI. Of the Tale of Godric the Huntsman
Chapter XXII. Concerning the Wiles of Winfrida the Fair
Chapter XXIII. Of the Humility of Helen the Proud
Chapter XXIV. Of What Befell at Blaen
Chapter XXV. How Beltane Became Captive to Sir Pertolepe
Chapter XXVI. Of the Horrors of Garthlaxton Keep, and How a Devil Entered Into Beltane
Chapter XXVII. How Beltane Took to the Wild-Wood
Chapter XXVIII. Of the Place of Refuge Within the Green
Chapter XXIX. How Beltane Slew Tostig anD Spake with the Wild Men
Chapter XXX. How They Smote Garthlaxton
Chapter XXXI. How Giles Made a Merry Song
Chapter XXXII. How Beltane Met with a Youthful Knight
Chapter XXXIII. How Beltane Had News of One that was a Notable Pardoner
Chapter XXXIV. How They Came to Belsaye
Chapter XXXV. How Gui of Allerdale Ceased from Evil
Chapter XXXVI. How the Folk of Belsaye Town Made Them an End of Tyranny
Chapter XXXVII. How They Left Belsaye
Chapter XXXVIII. Of Beltane's Black and Evil Mood, and How He Fell in with the Witch of Hangstone Waste
Chapter XXXIX. How Beltane Fought for One Mellent that was a Witch.
Chapter XL. Further Concerning the Maid Mellent; and of the Hue and Cry
Chapter XLI. How They Rode into the Wilderness
Chapter XLII. How Beltane Dreamed in the Wild-Wood
Chapter XLIII. How Beltane Knew Great Humility
Chapter XLIV. How a Madness Came Upon Beltane in the Wild-Wood
Chapter XLV. How Black Roger Taught Beltane Great Wisdom
Chapter XLVI. How Black Roger Prayed in the Dawn: and How His Prayers Were Answered
Chapter XLVII. How Beltane Sware an Oath
Chapter XLVIII. How Beltane Set Out for Hangstone Waste
Chapter XLIX. How Beltane Found Peace and a Great Sorrow
Chapter L. Telleth How Beltane Went Forth to His Duty
Chapter LI. How Black Roger Won to Fuller Manhood
Chapter LII. How They Had News of Walkyn
Chapter LIII. Of Jolette, that was a Witch
Chapter LIV. How Beltane Fought with a Doughty Stranger
Chapter LV. How They Marched for Winisfarne
Chapter LVI. What They Found at Winisfarne
Chapter LVII. Telleth of the Onfall at Brand
Chapter LVIII. How Beltane Had Speech with the Abbess
Chapter LIX. Telleth How Sir Benedict Went A-Fishing
Chapter LX. Telleth How They Marched from the Valley of Brand
Chapter LXI. How the Forest Fought for Them
Chapter LXII. How They Came to Belsaye for the Third Time
Chapter LXIII. Telleth Somewhat of the Woes of Giles O' The Bow
Chapter LXIV. How Giles Cursed Belsaye Out of Her Fear
Chapter LXV. Telleth of Roses
Chapter LXVI. COncerning a Blue Camlet Cloak
Chapter LXVII. Telleth What Befell in the Reeve's Garden
Chapter LXVIII. Friar MArtin's Dying Prophecy
Chapter LXIX. How at Last They Came to Pentavalon City
Chapter LXX. Which Speaketh for Itself