Love Me Forever. Barbara Cartland
the Mother Prioress has said to us that one must consider the matter very deeply that one must be quite certain that one will have no regrets. I shall not be eighteen for three months, but constantly I have thought of what I should do. I have talked about it with the nuns, I have discussed it with my Confessor and always they have said, ‘wait and see. Don’t be in a hurry, Amé. If God wants you, some sign will be given to you’.”
She paused again and then resumed her story
“And then today, when I was walking in the Cloisters, one of the nuns came to tell me that I was wanted by the Mother Prioress. I went to her at once and found, when I reached her room, that she was not alone. There were two Priests there – two strange Priests I had never seen before – and I thought when the Mother Prioress, greeted me that she looked perturbed and worried. There seemed to be an expression in her eyes that I had never seen before.”
The Duke was listening to her intently now as she continued,
“She took me by the hand as if to give me some reassurance, turned to the two Priests and said, ‘this, gentlemen, is Amé’. One of them, a frighteningly stern man it seemed to me, told me that it was the wish of the Cardinal that I should take my vows immediately.”
She looked apprehensive,
“I was so surprised and astonished at what he had to say that I think they were a little impatient with me. Both Priests impressed on me that it was a command, a command I must obey. All the time they were speaking the Mother Prioress said nothing, but I had the feeling that she did not agree with them. Something one of the Priests said made me feel that she had argued with them before I had appeared. But they were very arrogant. Then when they had told me what I had to do ‒ I was dismissed from their presence.”
Amé stopped speaking.
The Duke could not see her, but he knew her breath was coming a little quickly, her small breasts were heaving as if the telling of the story had quickened her anger into flame.
“So you ran away!” he said at length.
“Tiens! I don’t know how I dared to do such a thing,” Amé replied, “but I felt rebellious. The look on the Priest’s face seemed to tell me how unimportant and insignificant I was. The Cardinal gave an order and what the Cardinal commanded must be done, whatever the cost to me.”
“Do you know which Cardinal gave such an instruction?” the Duke enquired.
“But, of course, Cardinal de Rohan – Prince Louis de Rohan.”
“Have you ever seen him?”
“No, never! But our Confessor visits him from time to time.”
“You think that he has spoken about you to the Cardinal?”
“Je ne sais pas, perhaps so, but I cannot really believe that he asked for me to be admitted sooner than anyone else, for always Father Pierre has been the one who has told me to wait, not to be in a hurry, to be quite certain before I make my final decision.”
“It certainly seems very strange,” the Duke agreed.
“I know now exactly what I intend to do,” Amé replied. “I am going out into the world for a little while. I am going to see things I have never seen, things I have only heard the other girls talk about. I am going to live like an ordinary person and then if after that I decide that it is right for me to take my vows, I shall return to the Convent.”
“How are you going to do this?” the Duke asked a little drily, “besides if, as you suspect, they will come in search of you, you will not get very far.”
“Voyons, they have not caught me yet,” Amé replied. “If you will take me as far as Chantilly, perhaps there I shall find someone travelling to Paris, to Rheims or Orleans. It does not matter to me very much where I go.”
“My dear child, you cannot possibly travel about the country like that. You are too pretty for one thing.”
“Pretty? Am I pretty?” Amé asked. “I have never thought about it. The girls have sometimes told me my hair is a dangerous colour. But we are not supposed to think about our appearance.”
“It may not be of consequence in the Convent,” the Duke said, “but it will certainly matter in the world outside.”
“In what way?” Amé enquired.
“In the usual way that the possession of looks or the lack of them affects any woman,” the Duke replied. “You tell me you have been brought up in a Convent. Are you so innocent that you do not know if you are a pretty woman, men, whatever you may think of them, will want to make love to you?”
“I will not listen,” Amé replied, “but if they are troublesome – I am prepared.”
“Prepared?” the Duke questioned in surprise.
“Yes, feel!”
The Duke felt her touch his arm, then he felt the prick of a sharp point through the velvet of his coat.
“What is that?” he enquired.
“It is a dagger,” Amé replied. “And I shall always carry it with me in case anyone should attempt to do things to me that would be wrong. It belonged to an Italian girl. She told me it was very old and had been in her family for many years. People have been killed with it, she said. At first I did not want it when she gave it to me, but it was useful for my embroidery and now I am glad that I have it. So you see, Monseigneur, I am armed, n’est-ce pas!”
“You certainly seem to be able to look after yourself,” the Duke commented gravely.
“I am sure I can,” Amé replied. “The only thing that worries me is that I have no clothes.”
“No clothes?”
“Only the ones I am wearing and they will give me away at once. I have on the white robe of a novice and the dark cape we wear in the choir when it is very cold. I could bring nothing away with me, because I did not know I was coming.”
“Do you mean to tell me that you decided on this fantastic escapade when you saw my coach?” the Duke enquired.
“Vraiment, it is hard to make you understand,” Amé replied. “Imagine, Monseigneur, there is a pear tree in the garden and sometimes when we are very naughty we climb it so that we can look over the wall. I should have been in my room asleep. But I was worried and angry so I slipped out after the curfew had sounded to walk in the garden.
“There was no one to see me and because I was so incensed – it is my red hair that makes me so hot-tempered – I thought I would climb the pear tree and look over the wall. I looked up and there was your coach just drawing up. I don’t know quite what made me do it, except maybe it was Fate or the Devil, but I slipped over the wall and climbed down as close as I could to the coach to listen to what was being said.”
She smiled a nervous smile and went on,
“I saw you get out and walk among the trees. I saw your men start to unharness the lame horse. No one was watching and the door was open. I could hardly believe what I had done until I found myself on the floor with the rugs pulled over me.”
“You are obviously a young lady of impulse,” the Duke said. “I cannot imagine what will happen to you now you are out in the world.”
“While we have been talking, I have been thinking about that. It is quite easy – très facile!”
“What is?” the Duke enquired.
“What I shall do now,” Amé replied.
“And what will you do?” the Duke asked.
“I shall go with you wherever you are going. I shall be quite safe then.”
“That is impossible.”
“Why?”