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Isoult, seduced by the water and her joy to be alone with her ring, audacious too by use, took longer leave. So long leave she took one day that it became a question of dinner. The one solemn hour of the twenty-four was in peril. Falve was sent to find her, and took his stick.
At last came the day when that happened which she had darkly dreaded. A load of coals went off to Market Basing; to dinner came herself only, and Falve. She trembled, and could neither eat nor drink. Falve made amends, ate for three and drank for a dozen. He grew sportive anon. He sang tavern songs, ventured on heavy play, would pinch her ear or her cheek, must have her sit on his knee.
The spruce Falve, curled and anointed for the bridal, found no wife, but his mother, who called him a fool, a knave, a notorious evil-liver and contemner of holy persons. This was hard to bear, for part of it at least he knew to be quite true. What was harder was, that hitherto he had always believed his mother of his party.
Bonaccord's the man, Brother Bonaccord of the Grey Brothers, hard by Botchergate." "Bonaccord for ever!" roared Falve. He blew a kiss to his wife and went off on his errand. The first thing the old lady did was to go to an oak chest which was in the room, and rummage there. This she opened upon the floor. "I belonged to a great lady once," said she, "though I don't look like it, my dear.
"Keep her close; let her never out of your sight, that I may marry her to-morrow, for since I set eyes on her as a maiden whom I first took to be a boy, I have had no peace for longing after her." "Have no fear, my son Falve," said his mother, "she shall be as safe with me as the stone in a peach.
But at this her fortitude gave way; she jumped up to shake herself free. There was a short tussle. Her cap fell off, and all the dusky curtain of her hair about her shoulders ran rippling to her middle. No concealment could avail between them now. She stood a maid confessed, by her looks confessing, who watched him guardedly with lips a-quiver. Falve did not hesitate to take her hand.
"What can you do?" "As I am bid." "Can you climb?" "Yes." "Cook?" "Yes." "Wink at a woman?" "I see none." "Fight?" "At need." "Take a licking?" "I have learnt that." "By God he has, I'll warrant," chuckled the man who had found her. "Hum," said Falve. "Are you hungry, Roy?" "No." "Then do you cook the supper and I'll eat it. Do you see this little belt o' mine?" "Yes." "It's a terror, this belt.
For, let alone the good looks of the girl, she is very meek and doeth all things well, even to speaking little." "And what is she named, this pretty miss?" asked the crone. "Tell her your fancy name, wife," said Falve, giving her a nudge; "show her that you have a tongue in your round head." "I am called Isoult la Desirous, ma'am," said the girl. "La, la, la!" cried the old dame, "say you so?
He got up from his chair, saying shortly, "Take me this instant to thy mother." "But lord " "Silence, lout, or I swing you sky-high. To your mother without a word." Poor Falve, in a cold sweat, obeyed. They found the old lady making breathless preparations for departure. "Mother," began Falve, "my Lord Galors " "Peace, fool!" broke in Galors.
"Ah, my lord, if you have any ill-will to that " "I have the greatest possible ill-will, my man, because she is already my own." "Heaven round about us, was there ever such a married woman!" cried poor Falve, tearing his hair. The politics of a lady to whom, so far as he then knew, he owed no service held Prosper till the morning. The rest of the night he spent walking the ramparts.
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