Part 41 (1/2)
”My lord duke,” replied dick, stoutly enough, but with a qualood fortune to return with race, well beaten”
Gloucester looked upon hiave you fifty lances, {3} sir,” he said
”My lord duke, I had but fifty ht
”How is this?” said Gloucester ”He did ask race,” replied Catesby, save him but the horse, ”Shelton, yee from me
It may be he hath better sped Say, Master Shelton, have ye found the maid?”
”I praise the saints, my lord,” said dick, ”she is in this house”
”Is it even so? Well, then, ood will, to-e This young squire--”
”Young knight,” interrupted Catesby
”Say ye so, Sir Williaood service, dub hiht,” said Gloucester
”He hath twice manfully served me It is not valour of hands, it is a man's mind of iron, that he lacks He will not rise, Lord Foxhaht indeed bravely in a mellay, but hath a capon's heart Howbeit, if he is to marry, marry him in the name of Mary, and be done!”
”Nay, he is a brave lad--I know it,” said Lord Foxham ”Content ye, then, Sir Richard I have compounded this affair with Master Hamley, and to-ed it prudent to withdraw; but he was not yet clear of the refectory, when afour stairs at a bound, and, brushi+ng through the abbey servants, threw himself on one knee before the duke
”Victory, ot to the chauest, the troops in the hol around their fires; for upon that sa blow had been dealt to the power of Lancaster
CHAPTER VII--dick'S REVENGE
The nextdressed hie with the aid of the Lord Foxhaood reports of Joan, he set forth on foot to walk away his i the soldiery, ere getting to arlow of torches; but gradually he strolled further afield, and at length passed clean beyond the outposts, and walked alone in the frozen forest, waiting for the sun
His thoughts were both quiet and happy His brief favour with the Duke he could not find it in his heart to mourn; with Joan to wife, and my Lord Foxham for a faithful patron, he looked most happily upon the future; and in the past he found but little to regret
As he thus strolled and pondered, the solerew more clear, the east was already coloured by the sun, and a little scathing wind blew up the frozen snow He turned to go houre behind, a tree
”Stand!” he cried ”Who goes?”
The figure stepped forth and waved its hand like a durim, the hood lowered over the face, but dick, in an instant, recognised Sir Daniel
He strode up to hi his hand in his bosom, as if to seize a hidden weapon, steadfastly awaited his approach
”Well, dickon,” said Sir Daniel, ”how is it to be? Do ye make war upon the fallen?”