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She treated Malcolm with a gentle smiling courtesy such as she had never vouchsafed to him before； and all the shyness that had once made her silent was gone； when at the supper…table； and afterwards seated around the fire； the tidings of the camp and court were talked over with all the zest of those to whom King Harry's last campaign was becoming 'old times'； and what with her husband's letters and opinions； little Alice was really the best…informed as to the present state of things。 Esclairmonde took her part in the conversation； but there was no opportunity of exchanging a private or personal word between her and Malcolm in a party of five； where one was as vigilant and grave…eyed as my Lady Salisbury。
However； the next was a peculiar day； the Fourth Sunday in Lent； called 'Mothering Sunday' because on that day it was originally the custom for offerings to be carried from all the country round to the cathedral or mother church on that day。 This custom had been modified； but it was still the rule that all the persons； who at other times worshipped at the nearest monastery chapel or at a private chapel in their own houses； should on that day repair to their parish church； and there make a special offering at the Mass that offering which has since become the Easter dues。 It was a festival Sunday too'Refreshing Sunday'then； as now； marked by the Gospel on the feeding of the multitude； and from this； as well as from the name； the pretty custom had begun of offering the mother of each house her rich simnal cake； with some other gift from each of her children。
Hearing a pattering of feet in the early morning； Malcolm looked out and beheld a whole troop of small children popping in and out of a low archway。 If he could have peeped in； he would have known how many simnals Ladies Esclairmonde and Alice were sending downwith something more substantialto be given to mothers by the children who as yet had nothing to bring of their own。
But when the household assembled in the castle hall； they did see fair young Lady Montagu kneel at the chair of the grave old Countess； and hold up a silver dish； wherein lay the simnal； mixed； kneaded； and moulded by her own hands； and bearing on it a rich ruby clasp； sent by her father； the Earl； as his special gift to his mother on this Sunday。
And then； when the old lady； with glistening eyes； had spoken her blessing on the fair young head bent down before her； and the grandchild rose up； there was the pretty surprise for her of her little swaddled son； lying in Esclairmonde's arms； and between the small fingers； that as yet knew not how to grasp； the tiny simnal； and moreover a fair pearl devised in like manner by the absent Sir Richard as a gift for his wife's first 'Mothering Sunday。' There was no etiquette here to hinder sweet Alice from passionately clasping her child； and covering him with kisses； as many for his father as for himself； as she laughed at the baby smiles and helpless gestures of the future king…maker； whose ambition and turbulence were to be the ruin of that fair and prosperous household； and bring the gentle Alice to a widowed； bereaved； and attainted old age。
Well that none there present saw the future； as she proudly claimed the admiration of Malcolm for her babe！
She was equipped for the expedition to the parish church； as likewise were Esclairmonde and almost all the rest； but the aged Countess could not encounter the cold March winds； and had a dispensation； and thus Alice； being the lady of the procession； contrived at the same time to call Sir Patrick to her side； and bid Lord Malcolm lead the Lady Esclairmonde。
For as the weather was dry and cold； Lady Montagu had chosen to go on foot； and a grand procession it was that she led； of gentlemen and ladies； two and two； in their bright dresses and adornments that delighted the eyes of the homely yeomen and their wives； flocking in from their homesteads with baskets of offerings； often in kind。
Meantime； Malcolm； holding the tips of Esclairmonde's fingers； durst not speak till she began： 'This is a devout and pious household full of peace and good government。'
'And your time goes happily here？' asked Malcolm。
'Yes； it has been a peaceful harbour wherein to wait；' said Esclairmonde。 'And even if Alice were called to her husband in France； my Lady Countess will keep me with her till there be a vacancy for me at St。 Katharine's。'
'Have you the promise from Queen Joan？'
'Yes；' replied Esclairmonde。 'The Countess had been a lady of hers； and wrought with her； so that whenever the post of bedeswoman is in her gift I shall be preferred to it。'
'You； the heiress； accept the charity！' Malcolm could not help exclaiming。
'The better for all remnants of pride；' returned the lady。 'And you； my lord； has it fared well with you？'
Malcolm； happy in her interest； poured forth all that he had to tell； and she listened as Esclairmonde alone could listen。 There was something in her very expression of attention that seemed to make the speaker take out the alloy and leave only his purest gold to meet her ears。 Malcolm forgot those throbs of foolish wild hope that had shot across him like demon temptations to hermit saints； and only felt that the creature of his love and reverence was listening benignly as he told her of the exceeding delight that he was unravelling in learned lore； how each step showed him further heights； and how he had come to view the Light of the World as the light of wisdom； to the research of which he meant to devote his entire life； among universities and manuscripts。
'The Light of Wisdom；' repeated Esclairmonde'so it may be； for Christ is Heavenly Wisdom； but I doubt me if the Light of the World lies solely in books and universities。'
'Nay；' said Malcolm。 'Once I was fool enough to fancy it was the light of glory； calling knights to deeds of fame and chivalry。 I have seen mine error now； andoh； lady； what mean you？ where should that light be； save in the writings of wise and holy men？'
'Methinks；' said Esclairmonde； 'that the light is there； even as the light is also before the eyes of the true knight； but it is not only there。'
'Where is it then？' said Malcolm。 'In helmet or in cowl； I am the sworn champion of the Light of the World。'
'The Light；' said Esclairmonde； looking upwards； 'the true Light of the World is the Blessed Saviour； the Heavenly Wisdom of God； and His champions find Him and serve Him in camp； cloister； or school； or wherever He has marked their path； so as they seek not their own profit or glory； and lay not up their treasure for themselves on earth。'
'Then surely；' said Malcolm； 'the hoards of deep study within the mind are treasures beyond the earth。'
'Your schoolmen speak of spirit； mind； and body；' said Esclairmonde 'at least so I； an ignorant woman； have been told。 Should not the true Light for eternity lighten the spirit rather than the mind？'
Malcolm pondered and said： 'I thought I had found the right path at last！'
'Naynever； never did I say otherwise；' cried Esclairmonde。 'To seek God's Light in good men's words； and pursue it； must be a blessed task。 Every task must be blessed to which He leads。 And when yo