<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
<h3>THE BOOK GOES TO LADY ANNE</h3>
<div class='unindent'><br/><br/>AND it was well that the
beautiful book was finished,
for the very next
afternoon a nobleman,
with several attendants, arrived
at the Abbey to see if the work
were done. The nobleman was
Count Henri of Lisieux, who had
been sent by King Louis to bear
to Lady Anne a precious casket
of jewels as part of his bridal
gifts to her; and the count had
also received orders from the
king to go to St. Martin's Abbey<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</SPAN></span>
on his way, and if the book of
hours were finished, to take it
along to the Lady Anne.</div>
<p>Count Henri was greatly
pleased when they showed the
work to him, and he said that he
knew both King Louis and his
bride could not help but be delighted
with it. And then, after
it had been duly looked at and
admired, the book was wrapped up
in a piece of soft, rich silk and laid
on a shelf in the chapter-house to
wait until the next morning, when
Count Henri would take it away.
For he had come far, and the
Abbot had invited him to stay
overnight in the Abbey before
going on with his journey.</p>
<p>While all this was taking place,
and the book was being examined,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</SPAN></span>
Gabriel had been quietly at work
in one corner of the chapter-house,
grinding some gold; and when he
heard that Count Henri was going
away the next morning, he
knew that if he expected to put
his own little page in the book,
he must do so some time before
he went home that evening; and
he did not quite see how he could
manage it.</p>
<p>Late in the afternoon, however,
a little before dusk, all the others
left the chapter-house, Brother
Stephen to go to his own cell,
while the Abbot took Count
Henri out to show him over the
Abbey. And just as soon as
they were gone, Gabriel hastily
put down the stone mortar in
which he was grinding the gold,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</SPAN></span>
and, going over to the work-table,
opened the drawer in which he
kept his own things, and took out
the page on which he had written
his little prayer.</p>
<p>He then went to the shelf and
took down the book. He felt
guilty as he unfolded the silk
wrappings, and his hands trembled
as he loosened the golden
clasps, and hurriedly slipped in
his piece of parchment. He put
it in at the very back of the book,
after Brother Stephen's last page.
Then carefully refastening the
clasps, and again folding it up in
its silken cover, he replaced the
book on the shelf.</p>
<p>Poor Gabriel did not know
whether he had done very wrong
or not in taking this liberty with<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</SPAN></span>
the painted book. He only knew
that he could not bear to have it
go away without his little prayer
between its covers; and he thought
that now God would surely notice
it, as he had written it as nicely as
he knew how, and had placed it
next to Brother Stephen's.</p>
<p>By this time it was growing
dark, and so Gabriel left the
Abbey and took his way home.
When he reached their forlorn
little cottage, he found only a
scanty supper awaiting him, and
very early he went to bed; for
they had but little fire and were
too poor to afford even a single
candle to burn through the long
winter evening.</p>
<div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/i018.jpg" width-obs="305" height-obs="400" alt=""Taking down the book . . . he unwrapped and unclasped it"" title="" /> <span class="caption">"<i>Taking down the book . . . he unwrapped and unclasped it</i>"</span></div>
<p>As Gabriel lay shivering in his
cold little bed, he wondered how<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</SPAN></span>
long it would be before God
would grant his prayer for help.
And then he wondered if God
would be displeased because he
had dared to put it in the beautiful
book without asking permission
from Brother Stephen or the
Abbot. And the more he thought
of the possibility of this, and of
all their other troubles, the more
miserable he felt, till at last he
sobbed himself to sleep.</p>
<p>The poor little boy did not
know that after he himself had
been sleeping for several hours,
Brother Stephen, who had not
slept, came out of his cell in the
Abbey, and, carrying in his hand
a small lamp, passed softly down
the corridor and into the chapter-house.
For Brother Stephen,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span>
like many another true artist who
has worked long and lovingly
upon some exquisite thing, found
it very hard to part with that
which he had made. He did not
expect ever again to see the beautiful
book after it left the Abbey,
and so he felt that he must take
a farewell look at it all by himself.</p>
<p>As he entered the chapter-house,
he set the lamp on the
table; and then taking down the
book and placing it also on
the table, he unwrapped and unclasped
it, and seating himself in
front of it, looked long and earnestly
at each page as he slowly
turned them over, one by one.</p>
<p>When at last he came to the
end, and found a loose leaf, he<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
picked it up in dismay, wondering
if his binding could have been so
badly done that one of the pages
had already become unfastened.
But his look of dismay changed
to bewilderment as he examined
the page more closely, and saw
Gabriel's little prayer. He read
this over twice, very slowly; and
then, still holding the page in his
hand, he sat for a long time with
his head bowed; and once or
twice something that looked very
like a tear fell on the stone floor
at his feet.</p>
<p>After awhile the lamp began
to burn low; and Brother Stephen
rising, gave a tender look to the
loose page he had been holding,
and then carefully put it back in
the book, taking pains to place<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</SPAN></span>
it, as nearly as he could, exactly
as Gabriel had done. Then, with
a sigh, he shut the velvet covers,
once more fastened the golden
clasps, and, replacing the silken
wrappings, laid the book on the
shelf, and went back to his cell.</p>
<p>The next morning Count Henri
and his escort made ready for
their journey to Bretagne. Count
Henri himself placed the precious
book in the same velvet bag which
held the casket of jewels for the
Lady Anne, and this bag he hung
over his saddle-bow directly in
front of him, so that he could
keep close watch and see that
no harm befell King Louis's
gifts.</p>
<p>And then he and his soldiers
mounted their horses, and, taking<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
a courteous leave of the Abbot
and the brotherhood of St. Martin's,
they trotted off along the
frosty road.</p>
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