When they had come out into the bower, the Countess took her daughter in her arms, and kissed her brow.
“Now, my Magot,” said she playfully—it was not much forced, for her faith was great in the blessed hair—“now, my Magot, thou wilt get well again. Thou must!”
Margaret looked up into the loving face above her, and a faint, sad smile flitted across her lips.
“Think so, dear Lady, if it comfort thee,” she said. “It will not be for long!”
Note 1. A garment which was supposed to draw the blood downwards from the brain.
Note 2. “Hairs of a saint’s beard, dipped in holy water, and taken inwardly,” are given by Fosbroke (Encyclopaedia of Antiquities, page 479) in his list of medieval remedies.