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Do it, indeed! Where are the banns?"
"I would buy a license."
"And the ring?"
"At Caer Madoc." And Cardo began to look in deadly earnest.
"And what about the witnesses?"
"I have even thought of that. Are not your two friends, Wilson and Chester, coming to Abersethin next week?"
"So they are," said Ellis, "to stay until I leave. The very thing.
They will be delighted with such a romantic little affair. But, Cardo, how about my duty to your father, who has been a very kind friend to me?"
"Well," said Cardo, "shall you be doing me an unkindness or the reverse when you make Valmai my wife? Is she not all that a woman can be? has she not every virtue and grace--"
"Oh, stop, my dear fellow! don't trouble to go through the inventory.
I'll allow you at once she is perfect in mind, body, and soul--and the man to whom I marry her will owe me an eternal debt of grat.i.tude!"
"True, indeed!" said Cardo, beginning energetically to lower the sails, and guide the boat safely to sh.o.r.e.
He said no more, until, after a tramp over the beach, both buried in their own thoughts, they drew near the path to Brynderyn.
"You will help me, then, at the old church on the morning of the fourteenth?"
"I will," said Ellis.
Before that morning arrived, Cardo had won from Valmai a frightened and half-reluctant consent.
She was no longer a child, but seemed to have matured suddenly into a woman of calm and reflective character, as well as of deep and tender feeling.
To be married thus hurriedly and secretly! How different to the beautiful event which she had sometimes pictured for herself! Where was the long, white veil? Where were the white-robed bridesmaids?
Where were the smiling friends to look on and to bless? There would be none of these indeed, but then--there would be Cardo! to encourage and sustain her--to call her wife! and to entrust his happiness to her.
Yes, she would marry him; she would be true to him--neither life nor death should shake her constancy--no power should draw from her lips the sweet secret of their marriage, for Cardo had said, "It must be a secret between us, love, until I return and tell my father myself--can you promise that, Valmai?" and with simple earnestness she had placed her hand in his, saying, "I promise, Cardo." And well might he put his trust in her, for, having given that word of promise, no one who knew her (they were very few) could doubt that she would keep it both in the letter and in the spirit.
The morning of the fourteenth dawned bright and clear, but as Cardo threw up his window and looked over the s.h.i.+ning waters of the bay he saw that on the horizon gray streaky clouds were rising, and spreading fan-like upwards from one point, denoting to his long-accustomed eye that a storm was brewing.
"Well! it is September," he thought, "and we must expect gales."
He dressed hurriedly though carefully, and was soon walking with springy step across the beach, and up the valley to the old church. He cast a nervous glance towards Dinas, wondering whether Valmai would remember her promise--fearing lest she might have overslept herself--that Essec Powell or Shoni might have discovered her intentions and prevented their fulfilment; perhaps even she might be shut up in one of the rooms in that gaunt, grey house! Nothing was too unreasonable or unlikely for his fears, and as he approached the church he was firmly convinced that something had happened to frustrate his hopes; n.o.body was in sight, the Berwen brawled on its way, the birds sang the ivy on the old church tower glistened in the suns.h.i.+ne, and the sea-gulls sailed overhead as usual.
It had been decided the night before that Gwynne Ellis should leave the house alone at his usual early hour, and that his friends should come by the high road from Abersethin, and down by the river-path to the church. They were not to stand outside, but to enter the church at once, to avoid any possible observation; but in spite of this prior arrangement Cardo wondered why no one appeared.
"Can Gwynne Ellis be late? or those confounded fellows from Abersethin have forgotten all about it, probably? It's the way of the world!"
As he crossed the stepping-stones to the church he felt sure there would be no wedding, and that he would have to depart at midday still a bachelor, leaving Valmai to all sorts of dangers and trials!
When he entered the porch, however, and pushed open the door of the church, in the cool green light inside, he found his three friends waiting for him.
"I wonder why she doesn't come," he said, turning back to look up the winding path through the wood; "it's quite time."
"Yes, it is quite time," said Ellis. "I will go and put on my surplice. You three can sit in that ricketty front pew, or range yourselves at the altar rail, in fact--there she is coming down the path, you won't be kept long in suspense."
And as the three young men stood waiting with their eyes fixed upon the doorway, Valmai appeared, looking very pale and nervous. Gwynne Ellis had already walked up the church, and was standing inside the broken altar rails. Valmai had never felt so lonely and deserted. Alone amongst these strangers, father! mother! old friends all crowded into her mind; but the memory of them only seemed to accentuate their absence at this important time of her life! She almost failed as she walked up with faltering step, but a glance at Cardo's sympathetic, beaming face restored her courage, and as she took her place by his side she regained her composure. Before the simple, impressive service was over she was quite herself again, and when Cardo took her hand in his in a warm clasp, she returned the pressure with a loving smile of confidence and trust, and received the congratulations of Gwynne Ellis and his two friends with a smiling though blus.h.i.+ng face.
The two strangers, never having seen her before, were much struck by her beauty; and indeed she had never looked more lovely. She wore one of her simple white frocks, and the white hat which had been her best during the summer, adorned only with a wreath of freshly gathered jessamine, a bunch of which was also fastened at her neck. With the addition of a pair of white gloves which Cardo had procured for her, she looked every inch a bride. She wore no ornament save the wedding ring which now glistened on her finger.
"Let us do everything in order," said Ellis. "Take your wife down to the vestry."
Cardo drew her hand through his arm, and at the word "wife," pressed it gently to his side, looking smilingly down at the blus.h.i.+ng face beside him. When they reached the vestry, whose outer wall in the old tower was lying crumbling on the gra.s.s outside, while the two young men chatted freely with the bride and bridegroom, they were joined by Gwynne Ellis, carrying an old and time-worn book under his arm.
Cardo gasped, "I never thought of the register; it is kept in the new church! Is it absolutely necessary, Ellis? What shall we do? What have you there?"
"Why, the old register, of course! I furraged it out last night from that old iron chest inside the altar rails. There is another there, going back to the last century, I should think. I must have a look at them; they will be interesting."
"Ellis, you are a friend in need," said Cardo. "I had never thought of this part of the ceremony."
"No, be thankful you had a cool and collected head to guide you. See, here is a blank s.p.a.ce at the bottom of one of these musty pages. It won't be at all _en regle_ to insert your marriage here; but I dare not bring the new register out of the other church; moreover, there may be another wedding soon, and then yours would be discovered."
"What a genius you are!" said Cardo, while Gwynne Ellis wrote out in bold, black characters, under the faded old writing on the rest of the page, the certificate of Cardo and Valmai'a marriage.
"There, you have tied a knot with your tongue that you can't untie with your teeth! Here is your marriage certificate, Mrs. Wynne. I need not tell you to keep it safely."
Suddenly there was a rustling sound above them, which startled them all, and Cardo grasped Valmai hastily, to the great amus.e.m.e.nt of the young men.
It was the white owl, who had solemnly watched the proceedings in the vestry, and now thought it time to take her flight through the broken wall. "There Cardo," said Valmai, "I said the white owl would be at our wedding, and the sea breeze, and the Berwen; I heard them both while you were writing your name."
"Well now," said Gwynne Ellis, "Wilson, Chester, and I will leave you both, as I know what a short time you will have together."
And with many congratulations and good wishes, the three young men left the old church, leaving Cardo and Valmai to their last words before parting.
There was a ricketty, worm-eaten bench in the vestry, and here they sat down together. Cardo trying to keep up a cheerful demeanour, as he saw her face sadden and her eyes fill with tears.
"How lovely you look, my darling," he said. "How did you manage to escape Shoni's shrewd eyes in such finery?"
"I put my scarlet cloak on and drew the hood over my head, and it tumbled my hair," she said, with a little wan smile. Already the glamour of the wedding was giving way to the sorrow of parting. "I had my hat under my cloak. Oh, anwl! I am getting quite a deceitful girl!"
Cardo winced; was he sullying the pure soul? But there was no time for retrospection, the minutes were fleeting rapidly by, he had to return to his breakfast with his father, who would expect his last hours to be spent with him.
"When do you start from Brynderyn?" she asked, her voice growing lower and more sorrowful.
"At two o'clock, love, punctually; the cart has already gone with my luggage. Valmai, how can I part from you--how can I leave you, my beloved, my wife?"
"Oh, Cardo, Cardo!" was all her answer. She buried her face in her hands, and the tears trickled through her fingers.
Cardo drew them away tenderly.
"There is a tear on your ring, dear," he said, kissing it, "that must not be; let that at all events be the emblem of meeting and happiness and joy. Think, Valmai, only a year, and I shall come and claim you for my own! Confess, dearest, that it is a little solace that we are united before we are parted, that, whatever happens, you are my wife and I am your husband."