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As for Prosper, he bided his time with a broken head in Peering Pool. On the morning after the storm at Goltres, July 18, Galors sat in the hall of his stronghold habited as he had ridden in but a few hours before. In came a red-haired peasant, asking to be made his man. "Why so, fellow?" asked Galors. "Lording," said Falve, "because my mother hath done me a wrong." "Why, thou dog?" cried Galors.
One of them, it is true, a red-haired, bandy-legged fellow, called Falve, looked over the newcomer, and swore that it was hard luck their rations should be shortened to fatten such a weed; but that was all for the hour. At dusk, suppertime, there was a cross examination, held by Falve. "What's your name, boy?" "Roy." "To hell with your echoes. Where do you come from?" "I don't know."
"Would'st thou cut thy mother's throat under my flag?" "Lording," Falve answered, "I would not cut my mother's throat under the Pope's flag. But I know thee to be a great lord, master of all these walks of Morgraunt. If I were made free of thy company I could ask thee a mercy; and if I asked thee a mercy it would be that thou should'st order my mother to give me back my wife."
The alien faces and brawl of the town, the grime, the sweat, the blows of the charcoal- burners, her secret life there in the midst of them, the shame, the hooting and the stunning of her last day at distant High March, Maulfry, Galors, leering Falve all these grim apparitions sank back into the green woodland vistas; all the shocks and alarums of her timid little soul were subdued by the rustling boughs and the crooning voices of the doves.
Let her sleep with thee this night, and in the morning dress her in a good gown against I come to fetch her." The old woman looked her up and down in a way that made the girl blush. "Well," she said, "thou art a proper boy enough, I see, and I will make thee a proper girl, if God hath done His part." "That He hath done, mother," says Falve with a grin. "See here, then."
Falve held out for a thrashing as a set-off; it seemed unnatural, he said, to have a belt and a boy at arms'-length. It was outvoted on account of the lateness of the hour, but only delayed. The beds were made ready, and Jack and his masters went to sleep.
Falve was seized. "Ah, my lording," cried he, "what do you there? Must I be flogged because I have lost my wife?" "No, dog. But because you have married mine." "Nay, nay, mercy, my lording! I have not yet married her." "Ha!" said Galors, "then you shall be flogged for jilting her." And flogged he was. And the flogging cost Galors his prize. Galors now bestirred himself.
Ursula took the wet face between her two chapped hands and laughed at it, not unkindly. "My bonny lass," said she, "if this be all thou hast to tell me it will not stay my son Falve. Here in this forest we think little of the giving of rings, but much of what should follow it. But thy wedding stopped at the ringing, from what I can learn. That is no wedding at all.
"Friend," said Prosper, "you struck me from behind. You must have wished to make very sure. Why?" Said Falve, "Thou ravisher, Galors." "I cannot be called Galors to my face; politics may go to the devil. Keep my secret, countryman; I am in Galors' shell, but I will be Galors no more." Falve dropped on his knees. "Oh, my lord, my lord " he began to cry out. "Enough of lords," said Prosper.
And have you killed that sick wolf Galors, Messire? There, there, God will bless you for that, and prosper you as you have prospered us!" Galors swallowed the pill and went out with no more ceremony. Falve ran after him. "Eh, eh, Messire!" he spluttered. Galors let him splutter till they were within the courtyard. Then he called to a trooper. "Take this man and flog him well," said he.
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