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He told her his plan was to fall suddenly upon d'Andreghen and his men that night, and in the tumult to steal Hugues away; whereafter, as Adhelmar pointed out, Hugues might readily take ship for England, and leave the marshal to blaspheme Fortune in Normandy, and the French King to gnaw at his chains in Bordeaux, while Hugues toasts his shins in comfort at London.
She protested that her brother was a coward for not doing so; but Adhelmar, having his own opinion on this subject, and thinking in his heart that Hugues' skin might easily be ripped off him without spilling a pint of honest blood, said, simply: "Twenty and twenty is two-score. It is not a large armament, but it may serve."
Sir Adhelmar de Nointel, born about 1332, was once a real and stalwart personage, a younger brother to that Henri de Nointel, the fighting Bishop of Mantes, whose unsavory part in the murder of Jacques van Arteveldt history has recorded at length; and it is with the exploits of this Adhelmar that the romance deals, not, it may be, without exaggeration.
Then it was as if all the devils in Pandemonium had chosen Normandy for their playground; and what took place in the night no man saw for the darkness, so that I cannot tell you of it. Let it suffice that Adhelmar rode away before d'Andreghen had rubbed sleep well out of his eyes; and with Adhelmar were Hugues d'Arques and some half of Adhelmar's men.
Eh, holy Maclou! but you will get hearty welcome and a chaplain and a rope in England." Adhelmar admitted that this was true. "Still," said he, "I must ride hence to-night." "For her?" Reinault asked, and jerked his thumb upward. "Yes," said Adhelmar, "for her." Reinault stared in his face for a while.
Then he and Melite stood silent for a moment, and heard Adhelmar in the court-yard calling his men to ride forth; and Melite laughed; and Hugues scowled. Nicolas as Chorus The year passed, and Adhelmar did not return; and there was much fighting during that interval, and Hugues began to think the knight was slain and would never return to fight with him. The reflection was borne with equanimity.
"Holy Ouen!" said Adhelmar; "since I needs must die, I will die in France, not in the cold land of England." "Die!" cried Melite. "Are you hurt so sorely, then?" He grinned like a death's-head. "My injuries are not incurable," said he, "yet must I die very quickly, for all that.
Adhelmar rode again to Puysange, and as he went he sang. They Kiss at Parting When he had come to Puysange, Adhelmar climbed the stairs of the White Turret, slowly, for he was growing very feeble now, and so came again to Melite crouching among the burned-out candles in the slate-colored twilight which heralded dawn. "He is safe," said Adhelmar.
It is likely I shall hear nothing of the night's doings, ohime, no! not if you murder d'Andreghen in the court-yard!" Reinault ended, and smiled, somewhat sadly. Afterward he took Adhelmar's hand and said: "Farewell, lord Adhelmar! O true knight, sturdy and bold! terrible and merciless toward your enemies, gentle and simple toward your friends, farewell!"
The rest were dead, and Adhelmar was badly hurt, for he had burst open his old wound and it was bleeding under his armor. Of this he said nothing. "Hugues," said he, "do you and these fellows ride to the coast; thence take ship for England." He would have none of Hugues' thanks; instead, he turned and left Hugues to whimper out his gratitude to the skies, which spat a warm, gusty rain at him.
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