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					<title level="a">&#10087;TALE OF A NUN</title>
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				<p><!-- Decorative letter S here-->SMALL good cometh to me of making rhyme;<lb/> so
					there be folk would have me give it up,<lb/> and no longer harrow my mind
					therewith. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">But in virtue of her who hath been both</emph><lb/> mother
					and maiden, I have begun the tale<lb/> of a fair miracle, which God without
					doubt<lb/> hath made show in honour of her who fed<lb/> him with her milk. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Now I shall begin and tell the tale of a</emph><lb/> nun. May
					God help me to handle it well, and bring it to a good<lb/> end, even so
					according to the truth as it was told me by Brother<lb/> Giselbrecht, an
					ordained monk of the order of Saint William; he, a<lb/> dying old man, had found
					it in his books. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">The nun of whom I begin my tale was courtly and fine in
						her</emph><lb/> bearing; not even nowadays, I am sure, could one find
					another to be<lb/> compared to her in manner and way of looks. That I should
					praise her<lb/> body in each part, exposing her beauty, would become me not
					well; I<lb/> will tell you, then, what office she used to hold for a long time
					in the<lb/> cloister where she wore veil. Custodian she was there, and whether
					it<lb/> were day or night, I can tell you she was neither lazy nor slothful.
					Ever<lb/> was she quick to do her work, ringing the bell in church, making
					ready<lb/> with the ornaments and lights, and causing the whole convent to
					rise<lb/> in due time. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">This maiden was not free from Love, who is wont to work so
						great</emph><lb/> wonders over all the world. Sometimes he bringeth shame
					and torment<lb/> and sorrow ; sometimes joy and happiness. Who is wise he maketh
					so<lb/> foolish that he must needs come to grief whether willing or
					unwilling.<lb/> Another he so vanquisheth that he knows no more whether to speak
					or<lb/> to be dumb be to his boon. Many a one he trampleth under foot, who<lb/>
					may not rise but when he giveth leave. Others Love causeth to be<lb/></p>
				<fw type="catchword">generous</fw>
				<lb/>
				<lb/>
				<p>&#10087;The ‘Tale of a Nun,’ given here in an English form, is translated from
					the verse of a<lb/> mediaeval Dutch legend, written probably about the year 1320
					by an author whose name is now<lb/> unknown. The origin of the legend is to be
					found in <emph rend="italic">Caesarii Cisterciencis inonachi in<lb/>
						Heisterbacho, Dialogus miraculorum</emph>, where, in <emph rend="italic"
						>Distinctio Septima</emph>, cap. xxxv., a short story<lb/> of the Virgin’s
					miraculous intervention is given. Readers of mediaeval French literature,
					who<lb/> know Méon’s collection of <emph rend="italic">Fabliaux</emph>, will be
					able to compare the French and Dutch versions,<lb/> and no doubt will agree that
					the latter has the better claim to a rendering into English.</p>
				<fw type="pageNumLeft">96</fw>
				<lb/>
				<p>generous who would fain keep their gifts to themselves, were it not for<lb/> Love
					inspiring them. Also one shall find folk so true one to the other,<lb/> that
					whatsoever Love bringeth them, be it little or great, bliss, joy, or<lb/>
					sorrow, they bear it both together. Such Love I call true. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Nor could I ever tell you of all the happiness and misery
						that flow</emph><lb/> out of the brooks of Love. Therefore one should not
					condemn the nun<lb/> that she could not escape from Love, which kept her fast in
					his net. For<lb/> the fiend seeketh always to tempt man, and taketh no rest
					night or day,<lb/> but bringeth all his wiles to work. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">By vile cunning, as best he could, so did he tempt the nun
						that she</emph><lb/> believed she must die. Unto God she bade, and implored
					Him that He<lb/> should comfort her by His grace. ‘How burdened I am by strong
					love<lb/> and wounded, He knoweth to Whom all things are open, from Whom<lb/>
					naught is hidden, nor how that this weakness shall lead me astray. I<lb/> must
					lead a new life; I must lay off this garment.’ </p>
				<p>
					<emph rend="indent">Now, hearken, how she fared further on:</emph>
				</p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">She sent word to the young lord to whom she bore such deep
						love,</emph><lb/> with a letter full of sweet passion, praying him to make
					haste to come to<lb/> her, and it should be to his boon. The messenger went to
					where dwelt<lb/> the young lord, who took the letter and read what his friend
					had sent<lb/> to him. Then he was joyful in his mind and hastened to come to
					her.<lb/> Ever since they had been twelve years old, had these two borne
					love<lb/> together, suffering great dole from it. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">So fast as he could, he rode unto that nunnery where she was
						to be</emph><lb/> found. Before the little window he sat down, and would
					fain see her and<lb/> speak to his love, if that might be. No long time did she
					tarry, but came<lb/> before the little window which was crossed all over with
					bars of iron. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Many a time they heaved a sigh, he sitting without and she
						within,</emph><lb/> so deep was the love that troubled them. For so long a
					while did they<lb/> sit there that I could not tell you how oft she changed her
					colour. ‘Oh,<lb/> me!’ she said; ‘Oh, my sweet friend, my chosen love, I am in
					such grief;<lb/> do speak unto me one word or two that may comfort my heart! I
					am<lb/> so longing for thy solace, the arrow of love stings so in my heart,
					that<lb/> heavy dole have I to suffer; never may I be glad again till thou
					hast<lb/> drawn it forth.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">He answered her soothingly. ‘You know quite well, dear love,
						how</emph><lb/> long we have borne love to each other all our days, and yet never<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">was</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">97</fw><lb/><lb/> was so much leisure ours that we might
					kiss each other for once. May<lb/> God doom our Lady Venus, the goddess who hath
					so steeped our<lb/> senses with this longing, in that she causes two such tender
					flowers to<lb/> fade and to wither away! If only I could entreat you to lay
					down<lb/> your veil and name a set time when you would give me leave to
					lead<lb/> you hence, I would fare out at once and get you made fine costly
					attire,<lb/> of woollen cloth lined with fur—mantle, skirt, and tunic. Never in
					any<lb/> distress will I forsake thee; with thee, my love, will I adventure
					life,<lb/> its sweetness and sourness: take, now, my troth in plight!’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">‘My well-beloved, dear friend,’ quoth the damsel, ‘most
						gladly will I</emph><lb/> take from thee that pledge, and go so far away
					with thee that no one<lb/> in this cloister shall know whither we have fled.
					To-night—a week on—<lb/> come here, and wait for me outside, in yonder orchard
					under a sweet-<lb/> briar! There wait for me, and I will come out to be your
					bride, and<lb/> go with you wheresoever you choose. Unless it be that
					sickness<lb/> trouble me, or other hindrance make it too heavy for me, be
					well<lb/> assured that I shall be there, and I beseech thee to be there
					also,<lb/> my lief lord!’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">So they made promises each unto other. Then he took leave,
						and</emph><lb/> went where his steed stood saddled, and, without tarrying,
					took horse<lb/> and rode away in haste across green meadows till he came to the
					city. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">There in naught was he forgetting of his dear love. On the
						morrow,</emph><lb/> going his round of the city, he bought for her blue and
					scarlet cloth,<lb/> and had it made into a fine mantle and cape, with skirt and
					tunic to<lb/> match, each of them well lined, the best that might be. No one
					ever<lb/> saw better stuff worn under lady’s attire; they that looked on it
					all<lb/> praised it. Knives, girdles, pouches, both good and costly, did he
					buy;<lb/> gold rings, head-gear, and many kinds of treasure ; all those
					treasures<lb/> did he purchase that are becoming to a well-bred bride. Also he
					took<lb/> with him five hundred pounds of silver, and one night at dusk
					went<lb/> forth from the town by stealth. All that costly gear he carried
					with<lb/> him, well piled on the back of his steed, and so rode on to the
					nunnery<lb/> till he came into the orchard under a sweet-briar, as she had said. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Then he sat down on the grass and waited for his well-beloved
						to</emph><lb/> come forth. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Of him now I shall not speak for a while, but will tell you
						about</emph><lb/> that fair, dainty she. </p>
				<fw type="catchword">Before</fw>
				<lb/>
				<lb/>
				<fw type="pageNumLeft">98</fw>
				<lb/>
				<lb/>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Before midnight she rang the bells to first prime, and was in
						great</emph><lb/> dole through love. Then when matins had been sung by all
					the nuns,<lb/> elder and younger of the convent, and when all had retired to
					their<lb/> common dormitory, she alone remained in the choir, muttering her<lb/>
					prayer as she was wont to do. She knelt down before the altar, and in<lb/> deep
					dread spake she: </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">‘Maria, Mother, name sweet, no longer may my body wear
						this</emph><lb/> habit. All ways and at all times thou knowest the heart and
					soul of<lb/> man. I have fasted and prayed and done myself bodily grief, yet it
					is<lb/> all in vain that I chasten myself. Love has me in thrall, and I
					must<lb/> take me to the world’s ways. So verily, as Thou, my dear Lord,
					hast<lb/> been hung between two thieves, and hast been stretched along the
					Cross,<lb/> and hast brought resurrection to Lazarus while he lay a dead man in
					his<lb/> grave, so must Thou know my pains, and pardon my misdoing. I must<lb/>
					fall deeply into heavy sin.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">After this she turned from the choir unto a statue of Our
						Lady,</emph><lb/> before which she knelt down and said her prayer. ‘Maria,’
					spake she<lb/> without fear, ‘night and day have I cried, and meekly laid my
					sorrow<lb/> before thee; yet I have never been one straw the better for it.
					My<lb/> mind would give way altogether were I to remain any longer in this<lb/>
					habit.’ So she put off her veil and laid it upon the altar of the Blessed<lb/>
					Virgin; her shoes she untied, and behold, the keys of the Sacristy she<lb/> hung
					before the statue of Mary. This she did, as I will explain to you,<lb/> in order
					that they might be found with ease when sought for at early<lb/> prime, for none
					would ever pass by the statue of Mary but would cast<lb/> a glance thereto, and
					mutter ‘Ave’ before going thence. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Clad only in her smock, driven thereto by necessity, she went
						out</emph><lb/> by a door which was known to her: she opened it cunningly,
					and<lb/> passed through it by stealth without making a sound. Trembling she<lb/>
					came into the orchard, and was seen then by the young lord, who, draw-<lb/> ing
					near, said: ‘Yea, sweet one, do not fear; it is your friend whom you<lb/> meet
					here.’ But as they were standing thus, she was covered with<lb/> shame, because
					she had on naught save her smock. Howbeit, said he,<lb/> ‘O body most fair, far
					better would beautiful attire and rich raiment<lb/> befit you: if you will not
					be angry with me, therefore, I will give them<lb/> straightway into your hands.’
					So they went together under the sweet-<lb/> briar, and there he gave to her
					whatsoever she might need in two<lb/> changes of clothes (blue was the one which
					there she put on, and well<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">it</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">103</fw><lb/><lb/> it fitted her). Lovingly looked he on
					her, and said: ‘My beloved, far<lb/> better does the blue suit you than did ever
					the grey!’ Also she<lb/> put on two silk stockings, and two shoes of Cordova
					leather, that<lb/> became her better than the lappet-shoes she had worn before.
					Also<lb/> he gave her a head-gear of white silk to throw over her head.
					Then<lb/> the young lord kissed her lovingly on the mouth; and it seemed to<lb/>
					him while thus she stood before him that the day unveiled itself in<lb/> beauty. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">In haste he went to his steed, and made her mount before him
						in</emph><lb/> the saddle; and on they rode together till, in the gathering
					light, they<lb/> saw that none followed after them. And as day began to shine in
					the<lb/> east, she said, O Lord, solace of all the world, now Thou must
					have<lb/> charge of us, for day is breaking! Ah! if I had not come out unto<lb/>
					thee, I should have been ringing the bells for first mass, as I was wont<lb/> to
					do in the convent. Great fear have I that I shall live to repent this<lb/>
					flight. The world holds so ill to its word; ‘tis like the cunning hawker<lb/>
					who sells counterfeit gold rings for true ones.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">‘Ah, me! what sayest thou, my pure one? May God damn me
						if</emph><lb/> ever I should forsake thee! Whithersoever we go, I shall not
					leave<lb/> thee, unless it be that Death bring severance between us! How is
					it<lb/> thou shouldst be doubting of my good faith? Thou hast not<lb/> found me
					a man cunning or untruthful toward thee. From that<lb/> moment, when I chose you
					to be my. love, not even an empress could<lb/> have won hold on my mind; and
					even were I worthy of her, I would<lb/> not leave thee for her sake. Be full
					sure of this, dear love! With me<lb/> I bear five hundred pounds of white
					silver: of all these shalt thou be<lb/> mistress, sweet. And though we go to a
					foreign country, we shall have<lb/> no need to pledge anything till a seven year
					be gone.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Thus riding on, they came that morning near to a forest
						wherein</emph><lb/> were birds making great melody among themselves. So
					loudly did<lb/> they pipe, one might hear it any way off. Each sang according to
					its<lb/> kind. In the green grass stood beautiful flowers, full-blown,
					shedding<lb/> abroad their sweet scents. The sky was clear and bright; and many
					a<lb/> tall tree flourishing in full leaf stood there. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">The young lord looked at the pure maid, for whom he bore love
						so</emph><lb/> constantly, and said: ‘Dear love, if so it pleaseth thee, why
					should<lb/> we not get down and gather flowers? So fair seems this place,
					let<lb/> us here play the game of love!’ ‘What sayest thou, villain churl?<lb/>
					Shall I lie down on the grass like a vile woman that must sell her body <lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">for</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">104</fw><lb/><lb/> for gold; then must I have little
					shame in me! Never wouldst thou<lb/> have spoken to me so, if thou were not
					basely bred. Well may it<lb/> cause me pain; may God damn one who could think of
					such a thing!<lb/> Now, speak not again of it; but listen to the birds in the
					valleys how<lb/> they sing and are glad; and the time shall not be long to thee.
					When<lb/> once I am lying with thee naked on a well-appointed bed, ay then<lb/>
					thou mayst do as thou longest and as thy heart desires; but great pain<lb/> have
					I at heart that thou shouldst have put this to me now.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Quoth he, ‘My dear, nay, do not scorn me thus: it was
						Venus</emph><lb/> herself that did inspire me. God may bring me to shame and
					grief if<lb/> ever I let speak of it again! And spake she, ‘Then I will forgive
					thee.<lb/> Thou art my solace above all men that live under Heaven. If fair<lb/>
					Absolom were alive now, and I full sure that I might live with him a<lb/>
					thousand years in exceeding joy and rest, I should not wish for it.<lb/>
					Beloved, so I set thee before all, that nothing might be offered me for<lb/>
					which I would forsake thee. Were I sitting in Heaven, and thou here<lb/> on
					earth, surely I would come down to thee. Nay, God, punish me<lb/> not for that I
					have talked thus foolishly! To the least of the joys of<lb/> Heaven no earthly
					joy may compare; there so perfect is the smallest<lb/> joy, that the soul longs
					not but to worship God without end. All<lb/> earthly things are but poor, and
					not worth a hair as against those one<lb/> meets with in Heaven. Well are they
					counselled that suffer for it,<lb/> though I have to go astray and fall into
					deep sin for thee, my well-<lb/> beloved, my beautiful friend.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Thus they spake and exchanged sayings as they rode
						across</emph><lb/> mountains and valleys. Naught would it behove me to tell
					you what<lb/> passed between them. On they rode till they were come to a
					town’s<lb/> gate lying in a valley. So well did they like that place that
					they<lb/> remained there for seven years, leading a joyous life in the embraces
					of<lb/> love, and had together two children. Then after those seven years,<lb/>
					when all their money was spent, they had to live on the goods which<lb/> they
					had brought with them; clothes, ornaments, and horses, these<lb/> they sold at
					half their value; and soon they had again spent all. And<lb/> now they knew not
					by what means to live; for not even a skirt could<lb/> she spin, or by that
					something might have been earned. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">And there came a time when meat and wine and provisions and
						all</emph><lb/> things that are for food grew very dear; and much suffering
					they had<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">to</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">105</fw><lb/><lb/> to bear. Far rather had they died
					than begged for bread; and poverty<lb/> brought parting between them, though it
					grieved them sore. The<lb/> man it was who first broke troth; he left her behind
					him in heavy<lb/> sorrow, and went back again into his own land. Never they
					beheld<lb/> each other again; there remained with her two children very
					beautiful<lb/> to look upon. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Said she: ‘Now at last that has happened which was ever
						my</emph><lb/> dread early and late; I have remained behind in bitter
					suffering. He<lb/> in whom I had placed all my trust has forsaken me. Mary,
					Virgin, if<lb/> thou would but pray for me and my two little ones, that we may
					not<lb/> perish with hunger! But what shall I, wretched woman, begin to do?<lb/>
					Both body and soul I must foul by wrong-doing. Ay, Virgin Mary,<lb/> come to
					mine aid! Even if I could spin a skirt, I would not make by<lb/> it one loaf of
					bread in a fortnight. I cannot help myself; I must go<lb/> outside the walls,
					and in the fields earn money with my body, where-<lb/> with to buy meat. For my
					two children I may not forsake.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">And thus she entered into a sinful life. In truth, I have
						been told</emph><lb/> that for seven years she lived as a common woman, and
					became laden<lb/> with many a sin. Dearly did she loathe it, and was hard pushed
					from<lb/> it; but did it for a poor wage, by which she made provision for
					her<lb/> children. What good would come were I to tell you them all—the<lb/>
					shameful and heavy sins in which she thus lived for fourteen years? </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Yet whatever sorrow or repentance befell, never did she
						forget, but</emph><lb/> every day said the Seven Dolours in honour and
					praise of our Lady,<lb/> praying to her to be set free from those acts of sin
					wherewith she was burdened. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Now, when the fourteen years of her sinful life with her
						beloved</emph><lb/> knight, and that which followed, were ended, God put
					into her heart<lb/> such deep contrition that she would rather have had her head
					cut from<lb/> her body by a bare sword than again give up her flesh to sin as
					she<lb/> had been wont. Night and day she cried, with eyes never dry from<lb/>
					tears; and said she: ‘Mary, Cradle of God, highest fountain of all<lb/>
					womanhood, do not thou forsake me in my distress! I call upon thee,<lb/> Our
					Lady, to witness how I sorrow for my sins, and how deep is the<lb/> grief they
					cause me; so many they be, I cannot tell where or with<lb/> whom they were done.
					Alas, what shall be my fate! Well may I <lb/> tremble for the last judgment
					where all sins will appear revealed,<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">whether</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumLeft">106</fw><lb/><lb/> whether of poor or of rich, and all
					those will be punished that have not<lb/> before been told in confession and
					done penance for. Well do I know<lb/> this, and can have no doubt of it;
					therefore do I live in such great<lb/> dread. Even if I went about in sackcloth,
					crawling upon bare feet and<lb/> hands from place to place, I could not win
					absolution unless thou,<lb/> Mary, were to take pity upon me. Fount of Mercy, so
					many hast thou<lb/> stood by! Yea, though I am a sinful woman, a wretched
					caitiff, yet<lb/> remember, Mary, that whatever life I led, never did I forget
					to read a<lb/> prayer in honour of thee. Be gracious unto me, for I am one full
					of<lb/> woe and in great need of thy solace; therefore I do well to implore
					it.<lb/> Thou Bride, chosen of God, thy Son when He made annunciation of<lb/>
					Himself to thee at Nazareth, sent thee a salutation such as never mes-<lb/>
					senger before had spoken; therefore are these same words so well<lb/> favoured
					of thee that whosoever hath it in his heart to say to thee,<lb/> “Ave Maria!” to
					him thou avowest thanks. Were he fallen into deepest<lb/> sin thou wouldst gain
					grace for him, and be advocate for him with thy<lb/> Son.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">To such prayers and bewailings the sinner gave herself for
						many</emph><lb/> days. At last she took a child in each hand, and wandered
					with them<lb/> in great poverty from place to place living upon charity. So far
					did<lb/> she traverse the country that at last she found herself back again
					near<lb/> the convent where she had lived as a nun. At a late hour, after the
					sun<lb/> had set, she came to the house of a widow, and begged that, for the
					sake<lb/> of charity, she might rest there for the night. ‘I could not very
					well<lb/> send you away with your little ones,’ said the widow. ‘How tired
					they<lb/> look! Do you sit down, and take some rest; and I will give you of<lb/>
					what the good Lord has bestowed on me, for the honour of His dear<lb/> Mother.’
					Thus she stayed with her two children, and would fain have<lb/> known how
					matters stood in her old convent. ‘Tell me,’ she said, ‘my<lb/> good woman, is
					this a nuns’ convent?’ ‘In truth, yes,’ answered she,<lb/> ‘and, on my faith, a
					magnificent one it is, and rich. Nowhere would one<lb/> find another to equal
					it. The nuns that live there have not their like<lb/> for virtue; never did I
					hear tell of any of them a rumour to their<lb/> shame.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">The woman, sitting there beside her children, said: ‘How
						canst</emph><lb/> thou say such a thing? for I have heard much talk of late
					about a<lb/> certain nun; if I mistake not she must have been monitress here.
					She<lb/> that told me spake no lie; fourteen years it must be now since she fled<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">from</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">107</fw><lb/><lb/> from the convent, and no one has
					heard tell of her since, nor knows<lb/> where she may have died.’ Then the widow
					grew angry, and said: ‘It<lb/> seems to me as if thou wert mad; nor will I have
					thee here to repeat<lb/> such evil things about the monitress. All that time she
					has been here,<lb/> and never did she fail in her duty unless her health gave
					way. He<lb/> would be worse than a vile dog who could say anything of her but
					good.<lb/> She has as pure a mind as ever nun had; were you to search all
					the<lb/> cloisters that are built between the river Elbe and the Garonne I
					am<lb/> sure you could find no nun that leads a holier life.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">The woman who had so long been soiled by sin,—ay, how
						wonderful</emph><lb/> this talk seemed to her! And she spake thus: ‘Wilt
					thou make known<lb/> to me by what names her father and her mother were called?’
					Then<lb/> she named them both, and Beatrice knew well that it was herself
					that<lb/> was meant. O God! how she wept at night, kneeling before her bed,<lb/>
					and praying. ‘No other pledge,’ she cried, ‘but my deep penitence<lb/> have I to
					offer thee; and yet, O Mary, come to mine aid! Such grief<lb/> have I for my
					sins that if I saw a furnace hot and red, so burning and<lb/> fiery that the
					flames tongued out of its mouth, I would be fain to creep<lb/> therein, could
					that but free me from my sins. Lord, Thou art loath to<lb/> see man in misery;
					on this I will put my trust, and will ever hope for<lb/> solace, though I be in
					anguish and great dread. Thy loving-kindness<lb/> cannot be brought to an end,
					no more than one can scoop out the great<lb/> sea in one day, and lay bare its
					nether deeps. Never was sin so terrible<lb/> that could not win pardon by Thy
					grace; how, then, shall I be shut<lb/> away from Thy mercy, since my sins are so
					hateful to me.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">While she was thus stretched in prayer, a heaviness came on
						all her</emph><lb/> limbs, and, without knowing, she fell asleep. And while
					thus she was<lb/> lying in her sleep, it seemed, in a vision, that a voice
					called to her:<lb/> ‘Woman, so long hast thou lifted thy lamentation that Mary
					has<lb/> taken pity on thee, and has prayed for thee that thou mayst be
					free<lb/> from condemnation. Now, get thee in haste unto this cloister; the<lb/>
					doors, the same through which thou fleddest with thy love, thou shalt find<lb/>
					opened wide. And all thine attire thou shalt find lying upon the altar,<lb/> the
					veil, and the habit, and the shoes; thou shalt put them on without<lb/> fear.
					Then for all this thou shalt render Mary high thanks. The keys<lb/> also of the
					sacristy which thou didst lay before her statue on that night<lb/> when thou
					wentest away, so well hath she cared for them that in all<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">these</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumLeft">108</fw><lb/><lb/> these years no one has found thee
					missing. So well is Mary thy friend,<lb/> that in the very image of thee she
					took up thine office. This, O<lb/> sinner, hath our Lady of Heaven done for
					thee. By her command<lb/> thou shalt return unto thy cloister: there is no one
					on thy bed there.<lb/> Hearken, it is in God’s name that I speak unto thee.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">It was not long after this that she started out of her sleep.
						‘God,</emph><lb/> Lord Almighty,’ quoth she, 'nay, do not let the fiend
					throw me into<lb/> heavier grief than that from which I now suffer! If I were
					now to go<lb/> into that convent and be taken for a thief, then I should be in
					yet<lb/> deeper shame than when first I left the nunnery, I beseech thee,
					good<lb/> Lord, by Thy precious Blood which ran out of Thy side, if the
					voice<lb/> that has spoken be really to my boon, then let it not cease, but
					make<lb/> me to hear it once again; yea, even a third time; then shall I
					know<lb/> that I may return to the cloister, and will extol and praise Mary
					for<lb/> it without end.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Now hearken, the next night a voice seemed to come
						thus</emph><lb/> admonishing her: ‘Woman, thou makest too long tarrying!
					Go<lb/> back into thy convent, there God shall solace thee. Do what Mary<lb/>
					commandeth thee. Her messenger I am, Doubt it not any more.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">But although this was the second message bidding her to
						return,</emph><lb/> even yet dared she not venture. A third night she waited
					and<lb/> prayed. ‘If it be fiend's folly that is practised upon me, then put
					an<lb/> end to the devil’s power and malice. And if so be he appear again<lb/>
					to-night, Lord, put him to such confusion that he must fly out of the<lb/>
					house, having no power to do me harm. Now, Mary, be thou my<lb/> help. If thou
					hast sent a voice to bid me back into the nunnery, by<lb/> thy Child, I beseech
					thee, make me hear it a third time to-night.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">So she watched a third night: and a voice came forth from
						the</emph><lb/> power of God, with an all-prevailing light, saying: ‘Thou
					doest wrong<lb/> not to fulfil what I have commanded thee, for it is Mary who
					speaks<lb/> through me. Thou mayst tarry all too long. Go into the cloister<lb/>
					without trembling: the door stands wide open for thee, so thou mayest<lb/> pass
					where thou wilt: and thou shalt find thine attire waiting for thee<lb/> upon the
					altar.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">When the voice had thus spoken, the sinner beheld the
						radiance;</emph><lb/> and she said: ‘Now I may doubt no longer; this voice
					is my Lord's,<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">and</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">109</fw><lb/><lb/> and this message is Mary's. It comes
					to me in a radiance so beautiful,<lb/> well, now, may I feel sure! And therefore
					I will not be disobedient; I<lb/> will go into the cloister and do this with a
					good faith in our Lady's<lb/> solace. My children I will commend to God, our
					Father; in His care<lb/> they will be safe.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Then she took off her clothes and covered them with them
						silently</emph><lb/> so that they should not wake; and kissing them both on
					the lips:<lb/> ‘Children, fare you well!’ said she, ‘I leave you here in our
					Lady's<lb/> good keeping. Had she not pleaded for me and given me release,
					I<lb/> would never have forsaken you for all the riches of Rome.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Hear what she did next. In a trance, all alone, she went
						toward</emph><lb/> the nunnery. When she came through the orchard she found
					the door<lb/> open for her, and went in without trembling: ‘Mary, I thank
					thee,<lb/> now I am safely within these walls; may God make good adventure<lb/>
					befall me further on!’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Wherever she came the door stood wide open for her; and in
						the</emph><lb/> chapel, where on the altar she had laid off her habit
					fourteen years ago,<lb/> truly I tell you, that on the same spot she found it
					all again, shoes, and<lb/> habit, and veil. She put them on in haste, and
					kneeling down cried:<lb/> ‘Lord of the realm of Heaven, and thou, Virgin Mary,
					Immaculate,<lb/> blessed must ye be! Thou, Mary, art the flower of all virtue.
					In thy<lb/> pure maidenhood thou borest a Child without sorrow, that shall
					be<lb/> Lord for evermore. Thou art the chosen of Grace; thy Child made<lb/>
					heaven and earth; the Lord, our Saviour, thou mayst command as<lb/> Mother, and
					He may greet thee, His well-beloved daughter. For all this<lb/> I live in better
					ease; for whosoever seeketh grace from thee, he findeth<lb/> it though he may
					come late. Thy help is so high that my sorrow and <lb/> grief in which I have
					been living so long have been changed by thee<lb/> into joy and blessing. Well
					may I give blessing unto thee!’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">And before our Lady's statue, where she had hung them once,
						lo!</emph><lb/> she found again the keys of the sacristy. She hung them upon
					her<lb/> belt, and went into the choir, where she found the lamps burning
					in<lb/> every corner. Thence she went to the place of the prayer-books, and<lb/>
					laid each one on its own desk, as often she had done before; and again<lb/> she
					prayed to Mary to save her from all misfortune, and have her poor<lb/> children
					in good keeping, whom she had left at the widow's house in<lb/> great sorrow. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Meanwhile the night had worn away, and the clock began to
						strike,</emph><lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">sounding</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumLeft">110</fw><lb/><lb/> sounding the midnight chime. And now
					she caught hold of the bell-<lb/> rope and began to ring for matins, so
					regularly as to be clearly heard<lb/> all over the convent. And those who had
					been sleeping in the dormi-<lb/> tory came down all without tarrying, and none
					of them knew what had<lb/> happened. Thus she stayed in the convent without
					reproach or dis-<lb/> grace. The sinner was saved in honour of Mary, the Virgin
					of Heaven,<lb/> who never forsakes her friends in their distress and anxiety. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">This lady having now turned to be a nun as before, I will not
						forget</emph><lb/> her two children whom she had left behind at the widow's
					house in<lb/> great need. Neither bread nor money had they; and I could ill
					tell<lb/> you into what deep grief they fell when they no longer found
					their<lb/> mother. The widow came and sat by them in true pity; and said
					she:<lb/> ‘I will take these two children to the abbess of the convent; God
					will<lb/> certainly put it into her heart to be good to them.’ Then she
					dressed<lb/> them in their clothes and shoes, and took them with her to the
					convent.<lb/> Quoth she: ‘My lady, see the need of these two orphans; their<lb/>
					mother has left them at my house, and has gone her way—I know not<lb/> whether
					to east or west: and now these poor ones are helpless,<lb/> though I would fain
					do for them what I could.’ The abbess answered,<lb/> ‘Keep them with you, I will
					recompense you for it; and you shall not<lb/> complain that they have been left
					with you. Every day they shall<lb/> receive of God’s charity. Send some one here
					daily for meat and<lb/> drink, and, should they be in want of anything, forget
					not to let me<lb/> know.’ </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Full glad was the widow now that all this had thus come
						about;</emph><lb/> she took the children with her, and cared well for them.
					And now how<lb/> happy was the mother who had nursed them and suffered for
					them,<lb/> when she knew them to be in such good keeping; from that time
					she<lb/> needed no longer to have for them any fear or dread. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">But while she was thus leading a holy life, much sighing
						and</emph><lb/> trembling was hers night and day; for the bewailing of her
					great sins<lb/> lay heavily upon her, yet dared she not avow them, or openly
					make<lb/> confession of them. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">At length one day there arrived an abbot who was wont to
						visit the</emph><lb/> sisterhood once a year to know whether anything
					shameful had<lb/> happened which might bring blame on them. The same day
					that<lb/> he came, the sinner lay down in deep prayer within the choir, wrought<lb/>
					<fw type="catchword">with</fw><lb/><lb/>
					<fw type="pageNumRight">115</fw><lb/><lb/> with doubt and inward struggle. But
					the devil so pressed her with heavy<lb/> shame that she dared not lay bare her
					sinful deeds before the abbot.<lb/> While thus she lay and prayed, she saw
					moving toward her a youth<lb/> who was all in white. Naked in his arms lay a
					child that to her<lb/> seemed to be quite dead. The youth was throwing an apple
					up and<lb/> down and catching it before the child, playing to it. This the nun
					at<lb/> her prayers saw well, and said: ‘Friend, if so be thou art a
					messenger<lb/> of Heaven, in God’s name I do beseech thee to tell me and not
					hide<lb/> from me why thou art thus playing to the child with yon fair red<lb/>
					apple, while yet it lies a dead body in thine arms? Thy playing,<lb/> therefore,
					cannot move it one hair.’ ‘Forsooth, dame, thou speakest<lb/> truly; the child
					does not know of my playing little or much. It is<lb/> dead, and hears not nor
					sees. Even so, God knoweth not how thou<lb/> prayest and fastest. It is all
					labour lost to chastise thyself. So deeply<lb/> art thou buried in sin that God
					cannot hear thy prayer. I admonish<lb/> thee, go straightway to the abbot, thy
					father, and make confession of<lb/> all thy sins without cloak or deceit. Do not
					be misled by devils<lb/> prompting! Absolution of all thy sins shalt thou
					receive from the holy<lb/> abbot. Shouldst thou not dare to speak, the Lord will
					punish thee<lb/> heavily for them.’ With that the youth disappeared, nor even
					showed<lb/> himself again. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Well had she understood all that he said. So, early the next
						morn-</emph><lb/> ing, she went and found the abbot, and prayed him to hear
					her con-<lb/> fession from word to word. The abbot was a full wise man, and
					said<lb/> he: ‘Dear daughter, I will certainly not refuse this. Examine
					thyself<lb/> well of all, so that thou hide from me nothing of thy sins.’ Then,
					at<lb/> that moment she went and set herself down by this holy father, and<lb/>
					opened to him her whole life. Whatsoever thing had befallen her she<lb/> hid it
					not then; and what she knew in the depth of her heart, she<lb/> made it all
					known to the wise abbot. When she had now finished her<lb/> full confession the
					abbot spoke: ‘Daughter, I will give thee remission<lb/> of the sins that trouble
					thee, of which thou hast now made confession.<lb/> Praised and blessed be Mary
					our Mother, most holy.’ With that he<lb/> laid his hand upon her head and gave
					her pardon. And quoth he: ‘In<lb/> a sermon will I tell thy whole story, and
					devise it so cunningly that on<lb/> thyself and thy children no blame shall
					fall. It would be unjust to<lb/> withhold this miracle which God hath done in
					honour of His Mother.<lb/> Everywhere will I tell it, in good hope that thereby
					many a man may<lb/> be converted and learn to honour our blessed Lady.’ </p>
				<fw type="catchword">Before</fw>
				<lb/>
				<lb/>
				<fw type="pageNumLeft">116</fw>
				<lb/>
				<lb/>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Before he went he told to all the sisterhood what had
						happened</emph><lb/> unto a nun, but there was no one that knew who she was;
					a close<lb/> secret did it remain. And when he made farewell, both her
					children<lb/> he took with him, and clothed them in grey; and both of them
					became<lb/> good monks. Their mother’s name was Beatrice. </p>
				<p><emph rend="indent">Give praise to Mary and to her Son our Lord whom she
						nursed,</emph><lb/> for that she brought to pass this fair miracle, and
					freed her from all her<lb/> pains. And we all of us that hear or read it, let us
					pray that Mary<lb/> may be our advocate in the sweet valley where God shall sit
					and doom<lb/> the world. &#160;&#160;&#160;AMEN. </p>

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