“Nay, nay, surely not until we all go together,” he said soothingly. “I would but kindle a fire, for the cold is bitter.”
Wood was plentiful, and soon a bright fire blazed on the hearth. The poor woman, heartened by her meal, rose and came to sit by it, and stretching out her thin hands to the grateful warmth, told her tale.
“’Twas Gammer Harden’s son who first heard tell of a strange new sickness at Caxton’s; and then Jocell had speech with a herd from those parts, who was fleeing to a free town, because of some ill he had done. Next day Jocell fell sick with vomitings, and bleeding, and breaking out of boils, and in three days he lay dead; and Gammer Harden fell sick and died likewise. Then one cried ’twas the Plague, and the wrath of God; and they fled—the women to the nuns at Bungay, and the men to seek work or shelter on the Manor; but us they left, for I was with child.”
“And thy husband?’ said Hilarius.
“Nay, he was not my husband, but these are his children, his and mine. Some hold ’tis a sin to live thus, and perhaps because of it this evil hath fallen upon me.”
She looked at the babe lying on her lap, its waxen face drawn and shrunk with the stress of its short life.
Hilarius spoke gently:—
“It is indeed a grievous sin against God and His Church to live together out of holy wedlock, and perchance ’tis true that for this very thing thou hast been afflicted, even as David the great King. But since thou didst sin ignorantly the Lord in His mercy sent me to serve thee in thy sore need; ay, and in very truth, Our Lady herself showed me where the coney lay snared. Let us pray God by His dear Mother to forgive us our sins and to have mercy on these little ones.”
And kneeling there in the firelight he besought the great Father for his new-found family.
Five days passed, and despite extreme care victuals were short. Hilarius dug up roots from the hedgerows, and went hungry, but at last the pinch came; the woman was too weak and ill to walk, the babe scarce in life—there could be no thought of flight—and the little maid grew white, and wan and silent. Then it came to Hilarius that he would once again beg food in the village where he had sought help before.