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'And what say you on the point, my gay and puissant warrior? asked Bisset, turning to Guy Muschamp. 'Oh, answered Guy, merrily, 'as says the good Walter, so say I, neither to Jerusalem nor to Constantinople do I go. I have a father and mother and kindred at home, whose faces I long to see. Wherefore, I go to England, and to no other place.
Naturally, however, there were striking exceptions; and none were more remarkable than Chatillon and Bisset; who, when Louis was conducted into Minieh, took up their post hard by an orange grove, and close to a wall at the entrance of the narrow street leading to the house into which Segrines had carried the king. Nothing could have exceeded Chatillon's fiery valour.
"You are very, very kind," she murmured, and a note in her voice nearly made him forget the new baronet. In fact, he had to retire rather quickly to be sure of himself. The efficiency of James Bisset was manifest at every conjuncture. Businesslike and brisk he appeared from somewhere as Cromarty reached the hall, and led him from the front regions to the butler's sitting room.
"Oh, I don't think him ugly at all. He's very striking looking. I think he is rather handsome." Bisset looked at her with a benevolently reproving eye. "Weel, miss, it's all a matter of taste, but to my mind Stanesland is a fine gentleman, but the vera opposite extreme from a Venus." He broke off and glanced towards the house. "Oh, help us! There's one of thae helpless women crying on me.
'The saints forbid, replied Bisset; 'and yet I am not so hopeful as I might be, for I have long since learned not to holloa till out of the wood.
'It is strange, said Walter, after a pause, 'that I have begun to hope better things; for, as I lay asleep last night, methought I saw him in the flesh, and that he looked high and brave, and that he told me how the blessed Katherine had preserved him from evil. 'May your dream be realised ere we depart from this holy land, good Walter! said Guy, with sympathy. 'Amen, added Bisset, earnestly.
'Fear not, boy, said Bisset, touched with the squire's emotion; 'I will see to his being ransomed.
'The King of France may hear of our peril, and come to our rescue, suggested Lord Robert de Vere. 'No hope of succour, said Bisset, in a conclusive tone. 'But let us not droop. We can at least sell our lives dearly. A brief and painful silence succeeded, while still upon the Crusaders the Saracens hurled stones and poured boiling water.
"And now what about the window? Was that open or shut or what?" "Shut but not snibbed, sir." Ned turned to Bisset. "Did Sir Reginald ever forget to snib the windows, supposing one happened to be open?" "Practically never, sir." "Last thing before he left the room, I suppose?" said the lawyer. The butler hesitated. "I suppose so, sir," he admitted, "but of course I was never here to see."
There was poor Ribault the troubadour, whose sudden madness had nearly been fatal to Henry. Imagining himself the rightful King, he rushed at midnight into a chamber he supposed to be the King's, and was tearing the bed to pieces with his sword, when Margaret Bisset, one of the Queen's ladies, who was sitting up reading a book of devotions, heard the noise; roused the guard, and he was secured.
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