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Updated: June 3, 2025
'His messages go to the Conisby Arms, but he aren't there, I know. 'The Faithful Friend, was it, says the big fellow, 'a-lying off Deptford Creek? 'Aye, the Faithful Friend, says Gregory, and then chancing to look outside, claps finger to lip and comes creeping into the shadow.
So saying, I clambered out through the lattice even as I had come. Being upon the terrace, I glanced up to find her leaning to watch me and with the moon bright on her face. "Live you for nought but vengeance?" she questioned softly. "So aid me God!" says I. "So shall I pity thee alway, Martin Conisby!" she repeated, and sighed, and so was gone.
So do as you will, Martin Conisby, I do not fear you since Death is my kind friend and shall free me of the shame of you if need be!" Hereupon I loosed her and, crouched again in the stern-sheets, bowed my head upon my fists, whiles she, kneeling patiently beside the midship thwart, ordered her wrenched garments with shaking hands.
"Aye," she cried suddenly, lifting her head and viewing me with new and bitter scorn, "and one that speaketh lies of an absent man!" "Lies!" quoth I, choking on the word. "Lies, madam? Why then, how cometh my picture here my coat of arms above the mantel yonder, the Conisby 'scutcheon on your gates? What do you at Conisby Shene?"
Then, as I listened, I knew it was not me they hunted, for now was the shrill braying of a trumpet and the loud throbbing of a drum: "Martin O Martin Conisby!" She stood with hands clasped and eyes wide in a dreadful expectancy, "What is it?" she panted, "O what is it? Hark what do they cry!"
"I have a way o' putting one and one together 'tis a trick I've found useful now and then!" "Ha!" says I, mighty scornful, "You'll be telling me my own name next!" "Why, as to that," says he, pinching his long, clean-shaven chin thoughtfully, "how would Conisby suit?" "Damned spy!"
This had been a saying in our south country upon a time; and now he was the last of his race as I was the last of mine, and I had come back out of hell that this saying might be fulfilled. Soon ha, yes, in a few short hours the feud should be ended once and for all and the house of Conisby avenged to the uttermost.
"I may not forget how you saved me from " Here a tremor seemed to shake her; then she spake again, yet now scarce above a whisper. "Your face hath looked upon me night and morn these two years, and now O Martin Conisby, were you but the man I dreamed you!" "I'm a rogue new-broke from slavery!" says I.
'Gregory, says she in hesitating fashion, 'have ye seen a stranger hereabouts to-night? 'Not a soul, my lady! says Gregory. 'A tall, wild man, says she, 'very ragged and with yellow hair? 'No, my lady, says Gregory. Here she gives a sigh. 'Why then, says she, 'bear you this letter to Master Penfeather at once. 'To the Conisby Arms, my lady? says Gregory.
'Twas so you looked when you fought that rough boy on my behalf so many years ago when you were Sir Martin the Knight-errant and I was Princess Damaris. And now, Martin, you that were my playmate and had forgot you that were so ready to fight on my behalf in this desolation there is none you may do battle with for my sake saving only Martin Conisby!"
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