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Updated: June 9, 2025
That day it was given out that Sir Edmund Acour, those of his knights who remained alive and all his following were about to leave for London and lay their cause before the King, having learned that Hugh de Cressi had gone thither to prejudice his Grace on his own behalf.
So the end of it was that the whole party of them thirteen men in all, counting those that Master de Cressi brought, rode away across the heath to Blythburgh, though the horses of Hugh's party being very weary, not so fast as he could have wished. Just as the sun sank they mounted the slope of the farther hill on the crest of which stood the manor-house backed by winds.
For instance, I know what became of the boy Gino Cressi." "You do?" Blake looked up curiously from a letter he had been eagerly perusing. "He's in Mobile." "Are you sure?" "Certainly." "I think you're wrong." "Why am I wrong?" "Read this. My mail is full of anonymous communications." He passed over the letter in his hand, and Mr. Dreux read as follows: NORVIN BLAKE,
Next instant they were at it again, but this time it was Hugh who attacked and John who gave back right to the river's edge, for skill and courage seemed to fail him at once. "Turn your head, lady," said Dick, "for now one must die." But Eve could not. The swords flashed for the last time in the red light, then that of de Cressi vanished. Clavering threw his arms wide, and fell backward.
"Daughter," said the old man, "through many dangers it has come about as I foretold. The bond that in your drugged sleep bound you to this highborn knave is severed by God's sword of death. Christ have pity on his sinful soul. Now, Sir Hugh de Cressi, come hither and be swift, for my time is short." Hugh obeyed, and at a sign took Eve by the hand.
"You have leave to go, Sir Hugh, who deserve much more, having served us well," went on the King. "We'll give you letters to Sir Geoffrey Carleon, who represents us there, and through him to the Doge. Farewell to you, Sir Hugh de Cressi, and to you, Captain Richard the Archer. When all this game is played, return and make report to us of your adventures, and of how de Noyon died.
So speaking he leapt upon the man out of the shadow of some thorns that grew there. "Lift your shield and fight," said Hugh, advancing on him with raised sword. "I am Hugh de Cressi." "Then, sir, I yield myself your prisoner," answered the knight, "seeing that you are two and I but one." "Not so. I take no prisoners, who seek vengeance, not ransom, and least of all from you.
"For your lady's sake, pity," gasped the knight as he felt its point. "You know by what name to conjure," said Hugh doubtfully. "Well, get you gone if you can, and pray for one Hugh de Cressi, for he gives you your life." The knight seemed to start, then struggled to his feet, and, seizing a loose horse by the bridle, swung himself to the saddle and galloped off into the shadows.
Norvin told his story simply, clearly, with a positiveness which could not fail to impress the jury; he withstood a grilling cross-examination at the hands of a criminal lawyer whose reputation was more than State-wide; and when he finally descended from the stand, Larubio, the cobbler, the senior Cressi, and Frank Normando stood within the shadow of the gallows.
Or at worst soon she will follow after and greet you in the Gate of Death, where Murgh sits and keeps his count of passing souls." "Farewell, friend," answered Hugh, "be she quick or dead, thus Red Eve would wish that I should die. A Cressi! A Cressi!" he cried and drove his sword through the throat of a soldier who rushed at him.
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