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His eyes, shaded by the hood he wore, were glazed and wide, his features the features of an old man livid in death. As I blenched before them, I saw that a stout pole held his body upright, a pole lashed firmly at the tail of his crupper, and terminating in two forking branches like an inverted V, against which his legs had been bound with leathern thongs.
"It is for my father " His face brightened as he caught at a new hope. "Show me the way to Silent's hiding place and I'll free your father an' reach the end of this trail at the same time, Kate!" She blenched pitifully. It was hopeless to explain. "Dan honey I can't!" She watched him miserably. "I've given them my word to come back alone." His head bowed.
The clouds seemed to discharge themselves upon the French host, and those birds of evil omen, the ravens, flew screaming overhead, throwing many men into paroxysms of terror who would never have blenched before the drawn blade of an armed foe.
Then he pondered her tone, so laden with expression by its very expressionlessness, and suddenly a flood of light broke upon his mind, revealing very clearly and hideously her meaning. He caught his breath with a sudden gasp and blenched a little. Then his lips tightened suddenly.
"Then, why this? Answer me why this?" And under his nose the Duke thrust the order of gaol delivery Rhynsault had signed. The captain blenched, and fear entered his glance. The thing was becoming serious, it seemed. "Is this the sort of justice you were sent to Middelburg to administer in my name? Is this how you dishonour me? If you conceived him guilty, why did you sign this and upon what terms?
Instead of answering in kind, Florence, with her eyes bearing upon his face, said gravely: "I asked you here to speak of something else a matter we are all interested in, though I am far more interested than the others. I want to know we all want to know what has become of Murray Davenport." Turl's face blenched ever so little, but he made no other sign of being startled.
He hurries by in the gloom, climbing the steep path after his horses, and the large white Christ hangs extended above. The driver of the pack-horses is afraid. The fear is always there in him, in spite of his sturdy, healthy robustness. His soul is not sturdy. It is blenched and whitened with fear. The mountains are dark overhead, the water roars in the gloom below.
"Nan, is it because you've ceased to care that you tell me to go?" He spoke very quietly, but there was something in the tense, hard-held tones before which she blenched a note of intolerable fear. Her shaking hands went up to her face. It would be better if he thought that of her better for him, at least. For her, nothing mattered any more. "Don't ask me, Peter!" she gasped, sobbingly.
"Safe aye, for sooth, wi' a great, ill rogue the like o' you! Loose her loose her or I'll scream and rouse the village on ye for a wild gipsy wastrel that ye are!" And here the old harridan railed at me until the child whimpered for fear and even I blenched before the woman's fierce aspect and shrewish tongue.
So fared the battle on the road that went from the south into the Market-stead. Valiantly had the kindred fought there, and no man of them had blenched, and much had they won; but the way was perilous before them, for the foe was many and many.
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