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But though they called loudly none answered. Soon they grew sure that this was because there were none to answer, since of those houses many of the doors stood open. Only one living creature did they see in Dunwich. As they turned the corner near to the Blythburgh Gate they met a grey-haired man wrapped up in tattered blankets which were tied about him with haybands.
Just then they heard a footstep behind them. Hugh wheeled round and drew his sword, but almost before it had left the scabbard a long figure glided out of the snow, and said: "More to the left, master, more to the left, unless you would make your peace on Blythburgh bridge, where some would be glad to meet you." "How went it?" asked Hugh shortly. "Not well.
"Ay, sir, we feed full together," replied Dick grimly; "or so thought some on Blythburgh Marsh a few days gone." "I should like to hear that tale," said the Prince. "Meanwhile, since both my father and I love archers, let him pass with his bow. Only keep his arrows lest it should happen to grow hungry here." Then they entered the chamber, led by the Prince.
"Ah!" said Sir Andrew. "Much such a man as stood face to face with you by the grave while Murgh watched; and you are not likely to be friends, are you? But I forgot. You have determined that it was but a dream and now you are wondering how he who is called Gate of the Gods in Cathay could come to Blythburgh.
Secretly and in darkness those three whom Grey Dick had killed were borne into the nave of Blythburgh church and there laid in the grave which had been made ready for them. Till now their corpses had been kept above ground in the hope that the body of John Clavering the younger might be added to their number.
"Sire, this Hugh is enamoured of Eve Clavering, daughter of Sir John Clavering of Blythburgh, a cousin of his House, a very beauteous maiden, commonly known as Red Eve, and she in turn is enamoured of and betrothed to him " Here Queen Philippa suddenly became interested. "Why is the lady called Red Eve, sir?" she asked in her soft voice. "Because her cheeks are red?"
You were one of them, son, you were one of them," and the old knight paused, supporting himself against the mantel-shelf as though that recollection overcame him. "What did you see?" whispered Hugh. "By God's holy name, I saw the Blythburgh Marshes deep in snow that was red, blood-red with the light of sunrise. Oh!
Only if you take the blow, begone from Blythburgh." Then Eve, who all this time had been listening, called out from where she stood above the river. "Brother John, if you fight your cousin Hugh, who is my affianced husband, and fall, on your own head be it, for know, your blood shall not stand between him and me, since it was you who struck him, and not he you.
"Is that all?" asked Hugh doubtfully, for he saw trouble in Sir Andrew's face. "Not quite, son. Only to-day I have learned that Acour and his folk never went to London, and are back again at Blythburgh Manor." "So much the better, Father, for now I have the King's warrant addressed to the Mayor and all his Grace's subject in Dunwich, to take these Frenchmen, living or dead." "Ah!
But the tower of the church round which he had vanished only echoed back across the snow, "What of Master de Cressi?" Then at last Hugh understood the awful truth. It was that, save those who had fled, the people of Dunwich were slain with the Sword of Pestilence, and all his kin among them. They were on the Blythburgh Marshes, travelling thither by the shortest road.
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