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Updated: June 26, 2025
A dark-eyed, slender young knight, in bright armour, drew towards Mabel, and she let him take her hand; but she was intent on something else, and exclaimed "Oh, sir, Sir King, let me speak one word! The guerdon should not be only my brother's. The device that served us was our squire's." The Baron of Courtwood uttered a fierce exclamation.
"Is this indeed so?" asked Fulk. "A good lineage, even if English!" "But rebel," muttered Courtwood. "It is so, Sir King," said Sigbert. "My father was disseised of the lands of Hundberg, and died in the fens fighting under Hereward le Wake.
Thou shalt take knighthood from mine own hand as thy prowess well deserveth. And thou, fair damsel, here is one whom we could scarce hold back from rushing with single hand to deliver his betrothed. Sir Raymond of Courtwood, you are balked of winning thy lady at the sword's point, but thou wilt scarce rejoice the less."
"It was his " Mabel tried to say, but Sigbert hushed her. "Let be, let be, my sweet lady; it was but my bounden duty." "What's that? Speak out what passes there," demanded young Courtwood, half-jealously still. "A mere English villein, little better than a valet of the camp!" were the exclamations around. "A noble damsel take note of him! Fie for shame!"
"Not that the Baron of Courtwood need be jealous," added he, laughing somewhat rudely. "Where is the fellow? Stand forth, Sigbert." Travel and heat-soiled, sunburnt, gray, and ragged, armour rusted, leathern garment stained, the rugged figure came forward, footsore and lame, for he had given up his horse to an exhausted man-at-arms.
Climate speedily did its work with the lady, warfare with two of her sons, and there only remained of the family a youth of seventeen, Walter, and his sister Mabel, fourteen, who was already betrothed to the young Baron of Courtwood, then about to return to England.
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