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They were indistinguishable, a twisting and flashing tangle; they locked, writhed, swayed, tottered then rent asunder. Galors fell heavily. He got on his feet again, however, for another rush. As he came on Prosper stepped aside, knocked out his guard and slashed at the shoulder a dreadful thirsty blow. Galors staggered, his shield dropped; but he came on once more.
And then she told him all that Galors had given her to understand when he had her in the quarry. Prosper heard her to the end: it was clear that she spoke as she believed. "Well, child," said he, "I see that all this is likely enough, though for the life of me I cannot bottom it. But how then," he cried, after a little more thinking, "shall I let you be hanged, and your neck so fine and smooth!"
"How is that, child?" "Lord, many of them sought to have me." "I can well believe it," said Prosper; and after a pause he said again "I would like to meet this Galors of thine out of his frock. He looked a long-armed, burly rogue; it seemed that there might be some fighting in him.
While Prosper is galloping after Dom Galors, and Dom Galors is galloping after Isoult, let us turn to that unconscious lady who hides her limbs in a pair of ragged breeches, and her bloom under the grime of coal-dust. Her cloud of hair, long now and lustrous, out of all measure to her pretence, she was accustomed to shorten by doubling it under her cap.
The key will show how the Hauterive saltire stood with the Galors pale. Now the whole of this pretty scheming was based upon one simple supposed fact, that the Countess's daughter was then actually in her mother's castle. Galors knew quite well that he could not hold Morgraunt indefinitely without the lady.
What! when the whole forest rings with Entra per me, and wicket-gates dazzle every eye on this side Wan? My friend, where are your wits? That droll of a Montguichet did me a turn there before you had him, mistress." "Ah, Galors," was all she could say, "he has found me again. I am sick of the work, Galors; let me go home." "Speed me first, my delight," cried Galors, jumping up.
"Bailiff," he said, "Galors will not be here yet awhile. If he comes you will know what to do. But I do not think he will come just yet." "Ah, Messire, will you desert us?" cried the good soul. "If you put it so, yes." "You are tired of warfare, Messire?" "Warfare, pardieu! I am tired of no warfare. I am going to make some for default of it." "And leave us all here?" "And leave you all here."
Prosper's clasp on the girl's hand suddenly straightened; it held convulsively while the call held, relaxed when it relaxed. Then the former hush swam again over the wood, and so endured until, after intolerable suspense, they heard the heavy tread of Galors de Born. His bulk, his white impassive mask, were before them. "I have settled my account, Prosper," he said. "Now settle yours."
It was Galors' last sentry, who hallooed to stay him. Prosper was on him before he was ready, and hurled him from the saddle. He never moved. Prosper galloped through the wood. The snapping branches, thunder of hoofs, labouring belly and hard-won breath of his beast, more than all the wind that sang in his ears, prevented him from hearing what Galors and his prey had already heard.
The zest for it sparkled in his quick eyes as he rode briskly through the devious forest ways. Had Galors or any other dark-entry man met him now and chanced a combat, he would have bad it with a will, but he would have got off with a rough tumble and sting or two from the flat of the sword. The youth was too pleased with himself for killing or slicing. However, there was nobody to fight.
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