"O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God."
And when he had finished he shut the book, and sighed with the satisfaction of having done his duty. The words of holy trust, though, perhaps, they were not fully understood, carried a faithful peace down into the depths of his soul. As he looked up, he saw the young couple standing in the middle of the floor. He pushed his iron-rimmed spectacles. on to his forehead, and rose to greet the daughter of his old master and ever-honoured mistress.
"God bless thee, lass! God bless thee! My old eyes are glad to see thee again."
Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."
Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.
They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.
"Dearest Ruth, don't give way so. It can do no good; it cannot bring back the dead," said Mr. Bellingham, distressed at witnessing her distress.
"I know it cannot," murmured Ruth; "and that is why I cry. I cry because nothing will ever bring them hack again." She sobbed afresh, but more gently, for his kind words soothed her, and softened, if they could not take away, her sense of desolation.
- He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
- stroll back into Meereen and leave alive. Dany had sworn
- Lady Alys’s vacant seat. “Her Grace approves. I am
- cleaned the grin off the boy’s face. Jaime turned to
- In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the
- “Aegon the Unworthy took Barba Bracken as his mistress,”
- out in the village commons and supped on salted mutton,
- shelter in the houses, but I’ll have no stealing. We
- our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
- have persuaded her captain to permit Brown Ben Plumm to
- that Stannis Baratheon had shunned his wife for years.
- even before he broke the seal. The letter had been written
- or hedges under water, many fish which are left on the
- into the dance. After a few songs some black brothers remembered
- The furs stirred. Some had frozen together, and the frost
- had turned their cups over to spill their wine upon the
- and gunpowder. The latter article was required for a very
- and Ser Lambert, men-at-arms in iron mail and Thenns in
- of His Grace. A glimpse of some great victory, mayhaps.”
- as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess,
- his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
- As a half-moon crept up the sky, they staked their horses
- Jonos sired him is a thornier question. A fair-haired boy,
- approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big
- possessed for him. So it came that his was a familiar figure
- he were here. Yet some provision must be made for His Grace’s
- about the ditchfire, more looked down from rooftops and
- at least.” Mills were a valuable source of tax. The lord
- For three weeks Hanson had remained. During this time he
- here. Lord Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Sandor Clegane,
- deep ditch where her fire burned. The couple to be joined
- did all this begin, between Blackwood and Bracken? Is it
- of an ancient tertiary epoch) of which these islands are
- If her brother is dead, Karhold belongs to Lady Alys. And
- those words. “Is this how you repay the friendship of
- any reason to expect. He dispatched a portion to Leathers
- mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
- He did not wait for Lord Bracken to reply but touched Honor
- centuries after the events that they purport to chronicle.
- she is not with child. I’ll get my own sons on her. If
- ‘beware’ for nothing.” They were soon anxious for
- Pyke’s absence. But he was also as much a friend as Alliser
- thinking back on the woman in the tent and the way she’d
- about, they might have knowledge of Ser Brynden or the
- was anxious to examine a reported coal-mine which turned
- she is not with child. I’ll get my own sons on her. If
- not dance with me, at least pour me some of the mulled
- to kill wildlings, not to cook for them. “Besides, I
- the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
- had been imprisoned safely in the bowels of the pyramid