“Alice, thou wilt help him to remember, good lass, if thou be not taken from him.”
“That will I, good my Lady,” said Alice, sobbing, and only comprehending that something painful had happened.
“Geoffrey, darling, thou wilt be a good child to thy father?”
“I’ll try, mother, but—he frighteth me.”
Margery sighed heavily.
“List me now, my heart. Dost remember what I told thee about Jesus Christ?”
Geoffrey answered that he did.
“Right, my heart. And lovest Jesus Christ, who died for thee?”
“Yes, mother, I love Him and you.”
The child’s innocent answer nearly upset Margery’s half-assumed calmness. She rocked him a minute longer in silence. “Remember, mine own sweet heart, ever that nothing but Jesus can save thee. Thou canst not save thyself. Beg of Him with all thine heart that He will save thee, and love Him all thy life long, even unto the end.”