Part 30 (2/2)
”I will rebuild it, Jocelyn,” cried Galliard eagerly ”I have friends in France--friends high in poho lack neither the means nor the will to aid me You are a soldier, Jocelyn”
”As an to hiether ill find service in the armies of Louis,” Crispin pursued
”I proain honour and renown There ill abide until this England shakes herself out of her rebellious night shall coain Trust in ly: ”Jocelyn my son!”
But the boy n of relenting His mind nurtured its resentment--cherished it indeed
”And Cynthia?” he asked coldly
Crispin's hands fell to his sides; they grew clenched, and his eyes lighted of a sudden
”Forgive otten! I understand you now Yes, I dealt sorely with you there, and you are right to be resentful What, after all, ae fills your soul? What is aught in the world to a man, compared with the woman on whom his heart is set? Do I not know it? Have I not suffered for it?
”But htened himself suddenly--”even in this, that which I have done I will undo As I have robbed you of your mistress, so will I win her back for you I swear it And when that is done, when thus every harm I have caused you is repaired, then, Jocelyn, perhaps you will conance upon your father, and to feel less resentment towards him”
”You promise much, sir,” quoth the boy, with an illrepressed sneer ”Hoill you accorunted audibly Crispin drew hiure to inspire confidence in theas steel, upon the boy's shoulder, and the clutch of his fingers h your father be fallen,” said he sternly, ”he has never yet broken his word I have pledged you mine, and to-morrow I shall set out to perform what I have promised I shall see you ere I start You will sleep here, will you not?”
Jocelyn shrugged his shoulders
”It signifies little where I lie”
Crispin shed
”You have no faith in me yet But I shall earn it, or”--and his voice fell suddenly--”or rid you of a loathsoan replied that there was the room he had already been confined in, and that he could lie in it And dee, he thereupon led the youth froe At the foot of the stairs the Irish, and raised the taper aloft so that its light ht fall full upon the face of his corimly, ”I would kick you fro you filial piety! And were you not his son, I would this night read you a lesson you'd never live to practise I would set you to sleep a last long sleep in the kennels of Walthah it see, and since I love him andyou that you are the vilest thing that breathes You despise him for a roysterer, for aof s of your contemptible soul, tell you that compared with you he is a very God Coht you to your chaan returned to Crispin he found the Tavern Knight--that man of iron in whom none had ever seen a trace of fear or weakness seated with his arms before hi like a poor, oman
CHAPTER XXII SIR CRISPIN'S UNDERTAKING
Through the long October night Crispin and Hogan sat on, and neither sought his bed Crispin's quick wits his burst of grief once over--had been swift to fasten on a plan to accomplish that which he had undertaken
One difficulty confronted hian seemed unsurmountable he had need of a shi+p But in this the Irishman could assist him He knew of a vessel then at Greenwich, whose master was in his debt, which should suit the purpose Money, however, would be needed But when Crispin announced that he was an, with a wave of the hand, declared the matter settled Less than half that sum would hire the man he knew of That deterhed at the simplicity of it, for all that inwardly he cursed the risk Sir Crispin must run for the sake of one so unworthy
”If the ood as done”
”The an was not surprised