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Title: More Bywords 
Author: Charlotte M. Yonge 
Release Date: April 20, 2004 [eBook #12095] 
Language: English 
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Contents: 
The Price of Blood The Cat of Cat Copse De Facto and De Jure 
Sigbert's Guerdon The Beggar's Legacy A Review of the Nieces Come 
to Her Kingdom Mrs. Batseyes Chops 
 
THE PRICE OF BLOOD 
 
Ab ira et odio, et omni mala voluntate, Libera nos, Domine. A fulgure 
et tempestate, Libera nos, Domine. A morte perpetua, Libera nos, 
Domine. 
So rang forth the supplication, echoing from rock and fell, as the people 
of Claudiodunum streamed forth in the May sunshine to invoke a 
blessing on the cornlands, olives, and vineyards that won vantage- 
ground on the terraces carefully kept up on the slopes of the wonderful 
needle-shaped hills of Auvergne. 
Very recently had the Church of Gaul commenced the custom of going 
forth, on the days preceding the Ascension feast, to chant Litanies, 
calling down the Divine protection on field and fold, corn and wine, 
basket and store. It had been begun in a time of deadly peril from 
famine and earthquake, wild beast and wilder foes, and it had been 
adopted in the neighbouring dioceses as a regular habit, as indeed it 
continued throughout the Western Church during the fourteen 
subsequent centuries. 
One great procession was formed by different bands. The children were 
in two troops, a motley collection of all shades; the deep olive and the 
rolling black eye betraying Ethiopian or Moorish slave ancestry, the 
soft dark complexion and deep brown eye showing the Roman, and the 
rufous hair and freckled skin the lower grade of Cymric Kelt, while a 
few had the more stately pose, violet eye, and black hair of the Gael. 
The boys were marshalled with extreme difficulty by two or three 
young monks; their sisters walked far more orderly, under the care of
some consecrated virgin of mature age. The men formed another troop, 
the hardy mountaineers still wearing the Gallic trousers and plaid, 
though the artisans and mechanics from the town were clad in the tunic 
and cloak that were the later Roman dress, and such as could claim the 
right folded over them the white, purple-edged scarf to which the toga 
had dwindled. 
Among the women there was the same scale of decreasing nationality 
of costume according to rank, though the culmination was in 
resemblance to the graceful classic robe of Rome instead of the last 
Parisian mode. The poorer women wore bright, dark crimson, or blue in 
gown or wrapping veil; the ladies were mostly in white or black, as 
were also the clergy, excepting such as had officiated at the previous 
Eucharist, and who wore their brilliant priestly vestments, heavy with 
gold and embroidery. 
Beautiful alike to eye and ear was the procession, above all from a 
distance, now filing round a delicate young green wheatfield, now lost 
behind a rising hill, now glancing through a vineyard, or contrasting 
with the gray tints of the olive, all that was incongruous or disorderly 
unseen, and all that was discordant unheard, as only the harmonious 
cadence of the united response was wafted fitfully on the breeze to the 
two elderly men who, unable to scale the wild mountain paths in the 
procession, had, after the previous service in the basilica and the 
blessing of the nearer lands, returned to the villa, where they sat 
watching its progress. 
It was as entirely a Roman villa as the form of the ground and the need 
of security would permit. Lying on the slope of a steep hill, which ran 
up above into a fantastic column or needle piercing the sky, the courts 
of the villa were necessarily a succession of terraces, levelled and 
paved with steps of stone or marble leading from one to the other. A 
strong stone wall enclosed the whole, cloistered, as a protection from 
sun and storm. The lowest court had a gateway strongly protected, and 
thence a broad walk with box- trees on either side, trimmed into 
fantastic shapes, led through a lawn laid out in regular flower-beds to 
the second court, which was paved with polished marble, and had a
fountain in the midst, with vases of flowers, and seats around. Above 
was another broad flight of stone steps,