The Innocent

Then she smiled. 'Perhaps you should go to the dairy barn one day, Elf, before you take your final vows.'

But Elf shook her head violently. 'Never!' she told the nun. 'I want to be as pure an offering as I can be, a totally innocent bride of Christ. That is the only way for me.'

'Each of us knows the best way for herself,' Sister Cuthbert said soothingly. Then she turned the conversation. 'Sister Winifred tells me you are the best student she has ever had. She has asked Reverend Mother if she may have you for her assistant in the herbarium. She is not young anymore, my child, and you may one day take her place, but do not say I told you until Reverend Mother tells you it is so.'

Elf had learned of her appointment to the herbarium a few days later, and was very pleased. She liked the old nun whom she would assist, and who had taught her all manner of healing, physicking, and tending of wounds. She liked the herbarium because it was quiet and peaceful. In the summer they had a garden in bloom all around the little building housing the herbarium. Elf was content knowing her place in the orderliness of the convent.

'Look!' Isa, pointing, broke into her thoughts. 'A mounted rider is approaching the convent. I wonder what news he brings. Mary’s blood! Look how the sun shines on his hair! It’s like beaten gold, I vow.'

'My hair is gold,' Matti said.

'Your hair is yellow like straw, and when it’s all cut off that’s just what it will look like.' Isa giggled. 'It’s a good thing your head will be covered by your wimple, Matti. Still, you have a very pretty face. No one will miss your hair.'

'I hope you'll send your first daughter here to St. Frideswide’s in a few years so I can tell her what a troublesome wench her mother was as a girl,' Matti said sweetly.

'You are terrible, the pair of you,' Elf chided them, but then she joined in their shared laughter. 'Oh, Isa! I shall miss your honesty and your wickedly sharp tongue. I will pray God that Sir Martin appreciates what a wonderful wife he has been blessed with, even if she is a bit of a naughty baggage.'

'Men like naughty women,' Isa responded.

'But not wives,' Matti said wisely. 'Even I know that. When my father sought a match for my eldest brother, Simon was mad for the daughter of a neighbor, but father had heard she was a bit wild. He sought elsewhere for a more modest girl. The neighbor’s daughter was twenty before a husband was found to take her; and that bridegroom was mightily surprised to find the neighbor’s daughter a virgin, for all had believed her not. A reputation must be guarded as carefully as a maidenhood, my father always said.'

'I was betrothed to Martin of Langley when I was five, and then immediately sent here to St. Frideswide's,' Isa said. 'I will go home some time after Lammastide, and be married immediately. I have no reputation!' she complained bitterly.

'What does he look like?' Matti asked curiously.

'As I remember, and I have not seen him since our betrothal,' Isa replied, 'he had brown eyes and brown hair. He was fifteen, and had just been knighted, but as I recall he had no pockmarks on his face. I can't remember his face except that it was pleasant. He shall be a complete surprise to me, and I hope a nice one. I shall be a total surprise to him from the runny-nosed little maid I was on our betrothal day. I had a cold, as I remember, and wanted to stay warm in my cot, but I was dragged up, and dressed in my finest, and taken to the church to stand by his side while the betrothal ceremony was performed. I don't think he ever even looked at me more than once, and I suppose then to ascertain that I didn't have a squint,' Isa concluded.

The three girls giggled, but then they turned their heads at the sound of a voice calling them. It was the convent gatekeeper, Sister Perpetua, and she was waving her apron at them.

'Eleanore de Montfort, come down at once,' she shouted up the hill at them. 'Reverend Mother wants to see you.'

Elf arose, and waved back. 'I am coming, sister,' she called. She put on her wimple, tucking her long braids beneath it, brushed the grass from her dove gray skirts, and looked to her two friends. 'Am I all right?' They nodded, and Elf hurried off down the hill to the convent.

'You are to go right to the chapter house, my child,' Sister Perpetua said. 'You will find Reverend Mother in the hall with a guest.'

'Who is it?' Elf asked curiously. 'Is it the rider we saw coming through the gate a few minutes ago, sister?'

'Yes,' the nun answered, 'but I do not know who he is. Hurry, child! Do not keep Reverend Mother waiting now.'

Elf walked quickly through the gates, and across the cloister courtyard to the stone chapter house. Entering it she went directly to the great hall. At one end of the chamber was the abbess’s chair of office, flanked by a row of stall seats where the nuns sat each morning. Mother Eunice sat in her place, a booted gentleman by her side. Elf came forward, and prostrated herself before the abbess.

'You may arise, my daughter' came the permission, and when Elf stood before Mother Eunice, head bowed respectfully, her gray-blue eyes modestly lowered, the abbess said quietly, 'This is Sir Saer de Bude, Eleanore. He has come to escort you home to Ashlin.'

Elf raised startled eyes to the abbess.

'Your brother, Richard, is ill, my daughter, and he wishes to see you' came the answer to Elf’s unspoken question. 'Sir Saer is the cousin of your sister-in-law, the lady Isleen. It is not a very long journey, and if you leave within the hour, you will be home before twilight this very day. Sister Cuthbert will help you to pack what you must have. You are to remain as long as you are needed. When your brother releases you, you will return to us.' Seeing that Elf was desperate to speak, the abbess said, 'What is it, my daughter?'

'My vows, Reverend Mother. Matilda FitzWilliam and I are to take our vows together on the twenty-second day of June. That is less than three weeks away. What if I am not back by then?' Elf could feel tears pricking at her eyelids.

'Then, my child, you will take your vows at a later time. Remember, all of this is God’s will, not ours. You must obediently follow the path our gracious Lord Christ has set out for you.'

'Yes, Reverend Mother,' Elf replied, disheartened. If Richard had sent for her, then the matter was serious. She had seen him only once in the nine years she had been at St. Frideswide's. That had been six months after her arrival when he had come with his new bride, Isleen, who was the most beautiful creature Elf had ever seen, but did not seem particularly interested in the small child who was now her sister-in-law. And Dickon had changed. He was distracted, and had eyes only for his wife. They had not stayed long, and Elf had had no contact with them since but for a letter from her brother that came each year on her birthday. This year, however, there had been no letter.

The abbess’s voice cut into Elf’s thoughts. 'Go now, my daughter, and prepare for your journey. Sir Saer will await you outside the gates of the convent. When you are ready, take yourself to Sister Joseph, who will see that you have a proper mount. Go with God, my daughter.'

Elf bowed to Reverend Mother Eunice, turned, and hurried out.

'The demoiselle Eleanore is of good family,' the abbess said to her guest, 'and of gentle disposition. She came to us when she was five, and has not left the environs of St. Frideswide’s since. Be certain you treat her gently and with respect. Above all, do not speak harshly to her. She is not used to men as you will surely understand. Father Anselm is the only man she knows.'

'Of course, Reverend Mother,' Saer de Bude answered the abbess. 'My cousin would be angered with me if I were thoughtless of the demoiselle.' He bowed to the nun. ' I shall take my leave of you, then, my lady abbess, and await the demoiselle outside your gates.' He turned quickly to go.

'A moment, sir,' Mother Eunice said sharply. 'What is Richard de