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He then told them how he had looked up and seen Gerard's face at a window that was like a slit in the wall. "Oh, Martin! how did he look?" "What mean you? He looked like Gerard Eliassoen." "But was he pale?" "A little." "Looked he anxious? Looked he like one doomed?" "Nay, nay; as bright as a pewter pot." "You mock me. Stay! then that must have been at sight of you. He counts on us.
Take note, you Gerard Eliassoen must love something, 'tis in your blood; you were born to't. Shunning man, you do but seek earthly affection a peg lower than man." Gerard interrupted her. "The birds are God's creatures, His innocent creatures, and I do well to love them, being God's creatures." "What, are they creatures of the same God that we are, that he is who lies upon thy knee?"
They were, 'To Gerard Eliassoen, these by the hand of the trusty Hans Memling, with all speed." "'Tis well. Now, how was the letter folded? how big was it?" "Longer than that one, and not so long as this." "'Tis well. Where is he?" "At the hostelry." "Come, then, take you this groat, and treat him. Then ask to see the letter, and put this in place of it. Come to me with the other letter."
And they sat all three together, hand in hand, murmuring sweet and loving converse; and he who sat in the middle drank right and left their true affection and their humble but genuine wisdom, and was forced to eat a good nourishing meal, and at daybreak was packed off to a snowy bed, and by and by awoke, as from a hideous dream, friar and hermit no more, Clement no more, but Gerard Eliassoen, parson of Gouda.
A grave white-haired seneschal came to their table, and inquired courteously whether Gerard Eliassoen was of their company. Upon Gerard's answer, he said: "The Princess Marie would confer with you, young sir; I am to conduct you to her presence." Instantly all faces within hearing turned sharp round, and were bent with curiosity and envy on the man that was to go to a princess.
But next day, when all the other prizes had been given, they came to the writing, and whose name think you was called first?" "Yours," said Kate. The others laughed her to scorn. "You may well laugh," said Gerard, "but for all that, Gerard Eliassoen of Tergou was the name the herald shouted. I stood stupid; they thrust me forward. Everything swam before my eyes.
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