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Moreover, I heard one of them say: "What will Deleroy do when he comes back to find his darling gone?" and the other answer with a high laugh: "Seek another, doubtless, or borrow more money from the merchant, and " Here I lost their talk in the rush of the wind through the opened door. In the porch was old Sir Robert Aleys.
Moreover, kneeling at my side, with the sword that he had taken from the body of Deleroy still strapped about him, was Kari, who bled from some wound and was almost white with encrusted salt, but otherwise seemed unharmed.
With a movement more swift than that of a polecat leaping on its prey, the swiftest indeed that ever I saw, he sprang between him and the casement, so that Deleroy scarce escaped pinning himself upon the steel that he held in his long, outstretched arm.
"It is strange, Master merchant," he answered, "but I was about to put much the same question to you: namely, why is my wife in your house?" Now, while I reeled beneath these words, without turning her head, Blanche by the fire said: "He lies, Hubert. I am not his wife." "Why are you here, my Lord Deleroy?" I repeated.
Here I found the gruff old knight grown greyer and having, as it seemed to me, a hunted air, and with him the lord Deleroy and two foxy lawyers of whom I did not like the look. Indeed, for the first, I suspected that I was being tricked and had it not been for the lady Blanche, would have broken off the loan.
That strange foreign man, Kari, said that Blanche was enamoured of this Deleroy, and although I was wrath with him, setting his words down to jealousy of any on whom I looked with kindness, I knew well that Kari saw far. If I tarried, this rare white bird would slip from my hand into another's cage. I must stir at once or let the matter be. Well, I had wealth, so let wealth be my friend.
Indeed, in a silence, such as now and again happens at feasts, I heard one of them say, "You had best beware lest that fair white dove of yours does not slip your hand and begin to coo in another's ear, my Lord Deleroy," and heard his answer, "Nay, I have her too fast, and who cares for a pining dove whereof the feathers adorn another's cap?"
"Pish!" said my Lord Deleroy with a shrug of his shoulders, "a lady who is over-wrought and hangs to some common fellow, like one who kisses the feet of a wooden saint that she thinks has saved her from calamity!" At these words I, who had been listening like a man in a dream, awoke, as it were, for they stung me.
"Get you gone, you false rogue! Get out of this house, aye, and out of England. If I meet you again, by God's Blood I swear that King's favourite or no King's favourite, I'll throat you like a hog!" To which Deleroy mocked in answer: "Good! I'll go, my gentle cousin, which it suits me well to do who have certain business of the King's awaiting me in France.
Had there been ten Deleroys I would have slain them all. Still presently I found there was cause to doubt, for when, parrying his first thrust, I drove at him with all my strength, instead of piercing him through and through the ancient sword, Wave-Flame, bent in my hand like a bow as it is strung, telling me that beneath his Joseph's coat of silk Deleroy wore a shirt of mail.
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