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She glanced up at the street's name, at its juncture with the main street, and started suddenly, in very astonishment. The name she read pointed playful, jeering letters at her. She had always known there was a street in Tilford by that name but not this, this street! Pleasant Street! Gloria walked the rest of the way as in a dream.
Now at a call from Sir Walter Manny they assembled round the spot where the King and Chandos had halted. Chandos cleared his throat and read from his paper "'A tous seigneurs, chevaliers et escuyers, so it is headed, gentlemen. It is a message from the good Squire Nigel Loring of Tilford, son of Sir Eustace Loring, of honorable memory.
Which of you loosed it?" "It was Aylward of Tilford Samkin Aylward," cried a score of voices, and the bowman, flushed at his own fame, was pushed to the front. "Indeed I would that it had been at a nobler mark," said he. "He might have gone free for me, but I could not keep my fingers from the string when he turned to jeer at us."
Tilford reported that the prisoners had not made any trouble; for they all declared that the Riverlawns would be beaten, and they were waiting to be set at liberty.
There they were passed at night through the water-gate into the castle where they could lie hidden, unknown to the townsfolk, until the hour for action had come. Nigel had received word from Chandos to join him at "The Sign of the Broom-Pod" in Winchelsea. Three days beforehand he and Aylward rode from Tilford all armed and ready for the wars.
The door of his little chamber had opened, and who was this, the tall stately man with the noble presence, the high forehead, the long handsome face, the dark, brooding eyes who but the noble Edward of England? "Ha, my little cock of Tilford Bridge, I still bear you in mind," said he.
Suppose I lived down on that Un-Pleasant street across the hall! "Lovingly yours, To Gloria's surprise, she received an answer to her letter, with a considerable degree of promptness, but it was not postmarked Tilford. "My dear Miss Gloria Rose: Perhaps you didn't know District Nurses could be prompt in answering letters!
In the great hall of Calais Castle the tables were set, a high table for the lords, a second one for the less distinguished knights, and a third at which the squires might feast when their masters were seated. Never had Nigel in his simple life at Tilford pictured a scene of such pomp and wondrous luxury.
Tilford to select a wig, and with Mr. Tapping to see the carpenters who were building the various "sets", in a big loft over near the North River. As the two walked home each day after these adventures, it was all they could do to keep from hugging each other on the street.
So the armor was trussed upon the armorer's mule and went back with them to Tilford, where Nigel put it on once more for the pleasure of the Lady Ermyntrude, who clapped her skinny hands and shed tears of mingled pain and joy pain that she should lose him, joy that he should go so bravely to the wars.
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