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Updated: June 5, 2025


Placing the child, in her arms, Philip d'Avranche staggered inside the house, faint and bleeding from a wound in the shoulder. The battle of Jersey was over. "Ah bah!" said Dormy Jamais from the roof of the Cohue Royale; "now I'll toll the bell for that achocre of a Frenchman. Then I'll finish my supper."

But though he lingered, somehow he seemed withdrawn from all these things; they were to him now as pictures of a distant past. Dormy plucked at his coat. "Come, come, lift your feet, lift your feet," said he; "it's no time to walk in slippers. The old man will be getting scared, oui-gia!" Ranulph roused himself. Yes, yes, he must hurry on.

Placing the child, in her arms, Philip d'Avranche staggered inside the house, faint and bleeding from a wound in the shoulder. The battle of Jersey was over. "Ah bah!" said Dormy Jamais from the roof of the Cohue Royale; "now I'll toll the bell for that achocre of a Frenchman. Then I'll finish my supper."

As Dormy Jamais closed the door, he looked back to where the coffin lay, and in the compassion of fools he repeated Guida's words: "Poor Philip!" he said. Now, during Philip's burial, Dormy Jamais sat upon the roof of the Cohue Royale, as he had done on the day of the Battle of Jersey, looking down on the funeral cortege and the crowd.

"That poor Maitre Ranulph," said Dormy, "once he was lively as a basket of mice; but now " "Well, now, achocre?" she said irritably, stamping her foot. "Now the cat's out of the bag oui-gia!" "You're as cunning as a Norman you've got things in your noddee!" she cried with angry impatience. He nodded, grinning. "As thick as haws," he answered.

Ought not he to have alarmed the town first before he tried to find his father? Had Dormy Jamais warned the Governor? Clearly not, or the town bells would be ringing and the islanders giving battle. What would the world think of him! Well, what was the use of fretting here? He would go on to the town, help to fight the French, and die that would be the best thing.

For his final argument he took the Governor to the doorway, and showed him two hundred soldiers with lighted torches ready to fire the town. When the French soldiers first entered the Vier Marchi there was Dormy Jamais on the roof of the Cohue Royale, calmly munching his bread.

She shed no tears, but at last she stretched out her hand and let it rest upon his forehead for a moment. "Poor Philip!" she said. Then she turned and slowly left the room, followed by the Chevalier, and by the noiseless Dormy Jamais, who had crept in behind them.

He watched it all until the ruffle of drums at the grave told that the body was being lowered four ruffles for an admiral. As the people began to disperse and the church bell ceased tolling, Dormy turned to another bell at his elbow, and set it ringing to call the Royal Court together. Sharp, mirthless, and acrid it rang: Chicane chicane! Chicane chicane! Chicane chicane!

Ranulph's patience was exhausted. "Bachouar," he exclaimed roughly, "you make elephants out of fleas! You've got no more news than a conch-shell has music. A minute and you'll have a back-hander that'll put you to sleep, Maitre Dormy." If he had been asked his news politely Dormy would have been still more cunningly reticent.

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