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Giles parried this by promising to ride out of the town the opposite way, and not turn the mule's head towards Sevenbergen till he had got rid of the curious. Kate then assented and borrowed the mule. She charged Giles with a short but meaning message, and made him repeat it after her over and over, till he could say it word for word.
The wily Ghysbrecht, suppressing his rage at this remonstrance, sent back a civil message to say that the person he had followed to Sevenbergen was a Tergovian, one Gerard, and that he had stolen the town records: that Gerard having escaped into foreign parts, and probably taken the documents with him, the whole matter was at an end. Thus he made a virtue of necessity.
Nay, more, I shall noise it abroad it was for proffering brutal love to me thou wert slain; and I will send a special messenger to Sevenbergen: a cunning messenger, well taught his lesson. Thy Margaret shall know thee dead, and think thee faithless; now, go to thy grave; a dog's. For a man thou art not." Gerard turned pale, and stood dumb-stricken. "God have mercy on us both."
You travel from old Sevenbergen to mediaeval Rome and every man and woman you encounter on the way is indisputably alive, though there is no he or she amongst them all who has a touch of modernity.
I would liever die." "Foolish child, who seeks thy girlish secrets? Is it I, whose life hath been spent in searching Nature's? And for leaving Sevenbergen, what is there to keep me in it, thee unwilling? Is there respect for me here, or gratitude? Am I not yclept quacksalver by those that come not near me, and wizard by those I heal?
During the long pause that ensued Catherine leaned forward and passed something adroitly from her own lap under her daughter's apron who sat next her. "Presently thinking, all in a whirl, of all that ever passed between us, and taking leave of all those pleasant hours, I called to mind how one day at Sevenbergen thou taughtest me to make a rope of straw. Mindest thou?
On the German frontier I lay at the same inn with Gerard. I fancied him. I said, 'Be my comrade. He was loth at first; consented presently. Many a weary league we trode together. Never were truer comrades: never will be while earth shall last. First I left my route a bit to be with him: then he his to be with me. We talked of Sevenbergen and Tergou a thousand times; and of all in this house.
This denial confirmed Ghysbrecht's suspicion that the caster-out of demons was playing a deep game. "Ye lie!" he shouted. "Did I not find you at her elbow on the road to Rotterdam?" "Ah!" "Ah! And you were seen at Sevenbergen but t'other day." "Was I? "Ah and at Peter's house." "At Sevenbergen?" "Ay, at Sevenbergen." Now, this was what in modern days is called a draw.
"Alas! alas! who will help me if you will not? Dear Giles, do you not love Gerard?" "Yes, I like him best of the lot. I'll go to Sevenbergen on Peter Buyskens his mule. Ask you him, for he won't lend her me." Kate remonstrated. The whole town would follow him. It would be known whither he was gone, and Gerard be in worse danger than before.
"You show me a picture of the girl; and you say he painted it; and that is a proof he cannot love her. Why, they all paint their sweethearts, painters do." "A picture of the girl?" exclaimed Kate, shocked. "Fie! this is no girl; this is our blessed Lady." "No, no; it is Margaret Brandt." "Oh blind! It is the Queen of Heaven." "No; only of Sevenbergen village." "Profane man! behold her crown!"
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