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Christopher did as he was told, but he realised they had been speaking of him and felt on the defensive. However, he sat down as near to Cæsar as he could. They talked of all manner of people and things of which he knew nothing, traditional jokes cropped up, and Aymer's propensity for teasing asserted itself in a prominent manner.
Saladin, too gracious for an infidel, made him tarry a while, an honoured guest; and Aymer's chivalry became sorely tried, for the lady he had delivered loved and tempted him; but the good knight prayed and fasted, and defied Satan and all his works. Their beauty, speed, art, and fierceness were a marvel. And Aymer, unsuspecting, prized the boon, and selected the male destrier for his war-horse.
The smart young stripling had become very proud of late, in consequence of obtaining the name of Sir Aymer's squire, and advancing a step in chivalry, as Sir Aymer himself had, somewhat earlier than the usual period, been advanced from squire to knight.
He accepted the whole calmly, but he wanted to sit down and stare. Christopher explained that they were to have dinner together in his own sitting-room as soon as they had seen Aymer. They went through the swing doors down the long corridor leading to Aymer's room, and Christopher stopped for a moment near a window.
Meanwhile Sam, in answer to Aymer's questions, had stumbled out the statement he thought it a rattling fine thing for him and was very much obliged. "And you know your own mind on the point?" demanded Aymer, watching him closely. Sam coughed nervously. "Yes, I always knew what I wanted to be. I told him," with a backward jerk of his head towards Christopher.
His restored interest in the family appeared to have evaporated as rapidly as it had risen, and peace fell on Aymer's troubled mind. He flung himself heart and soul into the business of launching Christopher's discovery, and verified his cousin's old opinion of his business qualities.
Christopher looked up sharply and met his eyes, and again he forgot his own intimate trouble before the greater one. "Thanks, Cæsar," he said, dragging up a smile, "it would have been far harder at your hand." Then suddenly he sunk on his knees by Aymer's side, and hid his head against the arm that had sheltered him as a child. "They can't make me take it," he whispered, "even if I am his son.
"You are not going to be a page," he said, "you are going to be" he hesitated "to be my own boy just as if you were my son. I've adopted you." "Why?" Christopher's dark eyes were fixed on the blue ones and then he saw the scar for the first time. It interested him so much he hardly heard Aymer's slow answer when it came.
Saladin, too gracious for an infidel, made him tarry a while, an honoured guest; and Aymer's chivalry became sorely tried, for the lady he had delivered loved and tempted him; but the good knight prayed and fasted, and defied Satan and all his works. Their beauty, speed, art, and fierceness were a marvel. And Aymer, unsuspecting, prized the boon, and selected the male destrier for his war-horse.
"There spoke Aymer's pupil. Remember roads take a good deal of making and short cuts were made for lovers." She returned to the fire and stood there looking at him with an interest that surprised herself: a tall, gracious presence whose knowledge of his secret hurt not one bit, so clearly did it lie within the realms wherein all gracious, tender women reign.
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