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"Ay, 'tis all you're like to have for him," answered Harry Randall, enfolding each in his embrace. "Lad, how like thou art to my poor sister! And is she indeed gone and your honest father too and none left at home but that hunks, little John? How and when died she?" "Two years agone come Lammastide," answered Stephen. "There was a deadly creeping fever and ague through the Forest.
"By Saint Paul!" quoth Sir Nigel, "it is very clear to me that the sword is like thyself, good alderman, apt either for war or for peace. But I doubt not that even in England you have had much to suffer from the hands of robbers and outlaws." "It was only last Lammastide, sir knight, that I was left for dead near Reading as I journeyed to Winchester fair.
"Whose is the shield behind him silver with scarlet drops?" asked Knolles. "It is his Squire, William of Montaubon," Calverly answered. "And there are the golden lion of Rochefort and the silver cross of Du Bois the Strong. I would not wish to meet a better company than are before us this day. See, there are the blue rings of young Tintiniac, who slew my Squire Hubert last Lammastide.
'And you will not go to town from Easter to Lammastide, as other noble ladies do? asked the younger girl, rather disappointed at this aspect of a viscountess's life. 'I don't know. 'But you will give dinners, and travel, and go to see his friends, and have them to see you? 'I don't know. 'Will you not be, then, as any other peeress; and shall not I be as any other peeress's sister?
"For me, I cannot conceive such wickedness!" cried the lady. "And there was Gertrude Le Boeuf, as fair a maiden as eye could see, but as bad and bitter as the rest of them. When young Amory de Valance was here last Lammastide he looked kindly upon the girl, and even spoke of taking her into his service. What does she do, with her dog of a father?
"Ay, 'tis all you're like to have for him," answered Harry Randall, enfolding each in his embrace. "Lad, how like thou art to my poor sister! And is she indeed gone and your honest father too and none left at home but that hunks, little John? How and when died she?" "Two years agone come Lammastide," answered Stephen. "There was a deadly creeping fever and ague through the Forest.
It was he and the Seneschal of Beaucaire who hung Peter Wilkins, of the Company, last Lammastide; for which, by the black rood of Waltham! they shall hang themselves, if ever they come into our power. But here are our comrades, Sir Nigel, and here is our camp." As he spoke, the forest pathway along which they marched opened out into a green glade, which sloped down towards the river.
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