CHAPTER XL

OF CLOTHES

I awoke late next morning to find my clothes clean gone and others in

their place; but garments these whose like I had never seen. For here

were purple breeches be-laced and ribbanded at the knee and buttoning

there with great gold buttons (six a side), and each set with a great

pearl; a fine cambric shirt; a doublet cut in at the waist with

gold-braided lappets, the sleeves slashed and very wide and turned up

at the wrists with point-lace, and this wondrous garment fastening in

front with many gold buttons all set with goodly pearls; so that I

judged this coat to be a very fortune in itself. Besides this I found

a great lace collar or falling band, a pair of silk stockings, shoes

with gold buckles set with diamonds, and a great penthouse of a hat

adorned with a curling feather fastened by a diamond brooch; whiles

hard by was an embroidered shoulder-belt carrying a long rapier, its

guards and quillons of wrought gold, its pommel flaming with great

brilliants. Beholding all of which gauds and fopperies, I vowed I'd

none of them, and cowering beneath the sheets fell to shouting and

hallooing for my lady; but finding this vain, scowled at these garments

instead. They were of a fashion such as I remembered my father had

worn; and now as I gazed on them a strange fancy took me to learn how I

(that had gone so long half-naked and in rags) might feel in such

sumptuous apparel. So up I got and dressed forthwith, and found this a

matter of no small difficulty, what with the unfamiliar shape of these

garments and their numberless points and buttons. Howbeit 'twas done at

last, and now, coming without the cave, there was my lady upon her

three-legged stool preparing breakfast. Beholding me she stared

wide-eyed for a moment, then rose, smiling roguishly, and sank down in

a slow and gracious curtsey.

"Good morrow to your lordship," says she. "Your lordship called, I

think, but I could not answer your lordship's shouts since I was busied

preparing your lordship's breakfast."

Now beholding all the sweet and roguish witchery of her, the sun so

bright and the world about us so joyous, what could I do but smile and,

sweeping off my great hat, make her as deep and profound a reverence as

ever was seen at Whitehall or Versailles.

"Madame," quoth I, "your ladyship's most humble and very obedient

servant. I trust your ladyship hath breakfast ready, for of a truth my

magnificence is mighty sharp set."

"O Martin," cries she, clapping her hands, "I vow 'twas most gallant!

It needeth but for you to trim your hair and beard--no, I think I will

have you clean-shaven, 'twill mind me of the boyish Martin of years

ago! Yes, you shall shave--"

"Shave!" quoth I, staring like any fool.

"Yes, Martin, I have all things ready. Come, it shall not take you

long, we will breakfast when you are shaved and trimmed." So,

willy-nilly, she brings me back to the cave and presently comes bearing

a gold-mounted box, wherein lay razors with soap and everything needful

to a fine gentleman's toilet. Then she sets before me a gold-framed

mirror, and taking a pair of scissors at her bidding I began to clip

the hair from my face, but so bungled the business that she presently

took the scissors and did it for me. Thereafter I shaved (awkwardly

enough, and she mighty anxious lest I cut myself--the which I did!)

and, having at last washed and dried my face, I stood all amazed to

find myself so much younger-looking. Now, seeing how she stared at me,

and with rosy lips all a-quiver, I smiled, then wondered to behold her

eyes suddenly a-brim with tears.

"O Martin, you do look the same Martin after all!" says she and so away

into the sunshine; yet when I presently joined her I found her blithe

enough.

"Are you hungry, sir?"

"Ravenous, my lady!"

"Why then, here we have broiled fish--caught by my ladyship--salt,

Martin! Butter--churned by my ladyship--and--bread, Martin! Bread

baked by my ladyship's own two hands."

"O marvellous, sweet lady!" says I.

"And 'tis none so ill though I had no yeast, is it, Martin?"

"Delicious!" says I, my mouth full.

And now, all our recent woes and sorrows clean forgotten, a right

joyous meal had we; our hearts light as the sweet air that breathed

around us, and untroubled as the placid ocean and broad serenity of

heaven, with no dark shadow anywhere to warn us of those evils to come.

Thus we ate and talked, finding joy in everything. Often my fingers

must go to feel my smooth cheeks and chin, and she, catching me, must

needs laugh and vow a smooth face suited me well, and that I should be

handsome were my nose another shape and my eyes a different colour.

Thus (as I say) brooding sorrow seemed clean vanished from my world, so

that my heart swelled with gratitude for that I should live to breathe

the air she made sweet.

Breakfast done, I fetched my saw, and despite her remonstrances and my

resplendent breeches, forthwith set about making a cupboard; vowing I

was well again, that I never felt better, etc. Hereupon, finding me set

on it, she presently brings me the following, viz., an excellent new

saw, divers chisels of goodly edge, a plane, a hammer, an auger and an

adze; the which rejoiced me greatly, more especially the adze, the

which is an exceeding useful tool in skilled hands. All these she had

brought from the secret store and I mighty grateful therefor, and told

her so.

"Why then, Martin," says she, "if your gratitude be real and true, you

shall do somewhat for me--"

"What you will!" says I eagerly.

"Nay," she laughed, "'tis no more than this--keep you

shaved--henceforth."

And so it was agreed.

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