awful thing to be a Protestant。 She could remember among them； five…and… twenty years ago； the burning of poor blind Joan Waste at Derby； and of Mistress Joyce Lewis； too； like herself； a lady born； and sometimes even now； in her nightly dreams； rang in her ears her mother's bitter cries to God； either to spare her that fiery torment； or to give her strength to bear it； as she whom she loved had borne it before her。 For her mother； who was of a good family in Yorkshire； had been one of Queen Catherine's bedchamber women； and the bosom friend and disciple of Anne Askew。 And she had sat in Smithfield； with blood curdled by horror； to see the hapless Court beauty； a month before the paragon of Henry's Court； carried in a chair （so crippled was she by the rack） to her fiery doom at the stake； beside her fellow…courtier； Mr。 Lascelles； while the very heavens seemed to the shuddering mob around to speak their wrath and grief in solemn thunder peals； and heavy drops which hissed upon the crackling pile。
Therefore a sadness hung upon her all her life； and deepened in the days of Queen Mary； when； as a notorious Protestant and heretic； she had had to hide for her life among the hills and caverns of the Peak； and was only saved； by the love which her husband's tenants bore her； and by his bold declaration that； good Catholic as he was； he would run through the body any constable； justice； or priest； yea； bishop or cardinal； who dared to serve the queen's warrant upon his wife。
So she escaped： but； as I said； a sadness hung upon her all her life； and the skirt of that dark mantle fell upon the young girl who had been the partner of her wanderings and hidings among the lonely hills； and who； after she was married； gave herself utterly up to God。
And yet in giving herself to God； Mrs。 Leigh gave herself to her husband； her children； and the poor of Northam Town； and was none the less welcome to the Grenvilles； and Fortescues； and Chichesters； and all the gentle families round； who honored her husband's talents； and enjoyed his wit。 She accustomed herself to austerities； which often called forth the kindly rebukes of her husband； and yet she did so without one superstitious thought of appeasing the fancied wrath of God； or of giving Him pleasure （base thought） by any pain of hers； for her spirit had been trained in the freest and loftiest doctrines of Luther's school； and that little mystic 〃Alt…Deutsch Theologie〃 （to which the great Reformer said that he owed more than to any book； save the Bible； and St。 Augustine） was her counsellor and comforter by day and night。
And now； at little past forty； she was left a widow： lovely still in face and figure； and still more lovely from the divine calm which brooded； like the dove of peace and the Holy Spirit of God （which indeed it was）； over every look； and word； and gesture； a sweetness which had been ripened by storm； as well as by sunshine； which this world had not given； and could not take away。 No wonder that Sir Richard and Lady Grenville loved her； no wonder that her children worshipped her； no wonder that the young Amyas； when the first burst of grief was over； and he knew again where he stood； felt that a new life had begun for him； that his mother was no more to think and act for him only； but that he must think and act for his mother。 And so it was； that on the very day after his father's funeral； when school…hours were over； instead of coming straight home； he walked boldly into Sir Richard Grenville's house； and asked to see his godfather。
〃You must be my father now； sir；〃 said he； firmly。
And Sir Richard looked at the boy's broad strong face； and swore a great and holy oath； like Glasgerion's； 〃by oak； and ash； and thorn；〃 that he would be a father to him； and a brother to his mother； for Christ's sake。 And Lady Grenville took the boy by the hand； and walked home with him to Burrough； and there the two fair women fell on each other's necks； and wept together； the one for the loss which had been； the other； as by a prophetic instinct； for the like loss which was to come to her also。 For the sweet St。 Leger knew well that her husband's fiery spirit would never leave his body on a peaceful bed； but that death （as he prayed almost nightly that it might） would find him sword in hand； upon the field of duty and of fame。 And there those two vowed everlasting sisterhood； and kept their vow； and after that all things went on at Burrough as before； and Amyas rode； and shot； and boxed； and wandered on the quay at Sir Richard's side； for Mrs。 Leigh was too wise a woman to alter one tittle of the training which her husband had thought best for his younger boy。 It was enough that her elder son had of his own accord taken to that form of life in which she in her secret heart would fain have moulded both her children。 For Frank； God's wedding gift to that pure love of hers； had won himself honor at home and abroad； first at the school at Bideford； then at Exeter College； where he had become a friend of Sir Philip Sidney's； and many another young man of rank and promise； and next； in the summer of 1572； on his way to the University of Heidelberg； he had gone to Paris； with （luckily for him） letters of recommendation to Walsingham； at the English Embassy： by which letters he not only fell in a second time with Philip Sidney； but saved his own life （as Sidney did his） in the Massacre of St。 Bartholomew's Day。 At Heidelberg he had stayed two years； winning fresh honor from all who knew him； and resisting all Sidney's entreaties to follow him into Italy。 For； scorning to be a burden to his parents； he had become at Heidelberg tutor to two young German princes； whom； after living with them at their father's house for a year or more； he at last； to his own great delight； took with him down to Padua； 〃to perfect them；〃 as he wrote home； 〃according to his insufficiency； in all princely studies。〃 Sidney was now returned to England； but Frank found friends enough without him； such letters of recommendation and diplomas did he carry from I know not how many princes； magnificos； and learned doctors； who had fallen in love with the learning； modesty； and virtue of the fair young Englishman。 And ere Frank returned to Germany he had satiated his soul with all the wonders of that wondrous land。 He had talked over the art of sonneteering with Tasso； the art of history with Sarpi； he had listened； between awe and incredulity； to the daring theories of Galileo； he had taken his pupils to Venice； that their portraits might be painted by Paul Veronese； he had seen the palaces of Palladio； and the merchant princes on the Rialto； and the argosies of Ragusa； and all the wonders of that meeting…point of east and west； he had watched Tintoretto's mighty hand 〃hurling tempestuous glories o'er the scene；〃 and even； by dint of private intercession in high places； had been admitted to that sacred room where； with long silver beard and undimmed eye； amid a pantheon of his own creations； the ancient Titian； patriarch of art； still lingered upon earth； and told old tales of the Bellinis； and Raffaelle； and Michael Angelo； and the building of St。 Peter's； and the fire at Venice； and the sack of Rome； and of kings and warriors； statesmen and poets； long since gone to their account； and showed the sacred brush which Francis the First had stooped to pick up for him。 And （license forbidden to Sidney by his friend Languet） he had been to Rome； and seen （much to the scandal of good Protestants at home） that 〃right good fellow；〃 as Sidney calls him； who had not yet eaten himself to death； the Pope for the time being。 And he had seen the frescos of the Vatican； and heard Palestrina preside as chapel…master over the performance of his own music beneath the dome of St。 Peter's； and fallen half in love with those luscious strains； till he was awakened from his dream by the recollection that beneath that same dome had gone up thanksgivings to the God of heaven for those blood…stained streets； and shrieking women； and heaps of insulted corpses； which he had beheld in Paris on the night of St。 Bartholomew。 At last； a few months before his father died； he had taken back his pupils to their home in Germany； from whence he was dismissed； as he wrote； with rich gifts； and then Mrs。 Leigh's heart beat high； at the thought that the wanderer would return： but； alas！ within a month after his father's death； came a long letter from Frank； describing the Alps； and the valleys of the Waldenses （with whose Barbes he had had much talk about the late horrible persecutions）； and setting forth how at Padua he had made the acquaintance of that illustrious scholar and light of the age； Stephanus Parmenius （commonly called from his native place； Budaeus）； who had visited Geneva with him； and heard the disputations of their most learned doctors； which both he and Budaeus disliked for their hard judgments both of God and man； as much as they admired them for their subtlety； being themselves； as became Italian students； Platonists of the school of Ficinus and Picus Mirandolensis。 So wrote Master Frank； in a long sententious letter； full of Latin quotations： but the letter never reached the eyes of him for whose delight it had been penned： and the widow had to weep over it alone； and to weep more bitterly than ever at the conclusion； in which； with many excuses； Frank said that he had； at the special entreaty of the said Budaeus； set out with him down the Danube stream to Buda； that he might； before finishing his travels； make experience of that learning for which the Hungarians were famous throughout Europe。 And after that； though he wrote again and again to the father whom he fancied living； no letter in return reached him from home for nearly two years； till； fearing some mishap； he hurried back to England； to find his mother a widow； and his brother Amyas gone to the South Seas with Captain Drake of Plymouth。 And yet； even then； after years of absence； he was not allowed to remain at home。 For Sir Richard； to whom idleness was a thing horrible and unrighteous； would have him up and doing again before six months were over； and sent him off to Court to Lord Hunsdon。
There； being as delicately beautiful as his brother was huge and strong； he