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Updated: June 14, 2025
Forward!" and he was gone through the dripping streets at the falling in of a wild day. It was the day Falve had brought in his bride-expectant to Litany Row. Half-an-hour later Maulfry rode out of the east gate alone, and never held or looked back till she was safe in Tortsentier. A scud of wind and rain hampered Prosper on his ride over Goltres Heath.
But there is no pietist like your reformed rake; so Falve left the huckster's shop vowing vengeance. The day was July 18, and all the town astir, for Galors de Born and his riders were just in from a raid. On July 14 Prosper left Wanmeeting at a gallop, in the driving rain.
The good woman chuckled at her thoughts over all this irony of events. "I might do son Falve a sorry turn," she pursued, "if I would. I should get paid for it in minted money, and Saint Mary knows how little of that has come my way of late. And I dare say that you would not take the exchange for a robbery. A lord for a smutty collier." She looked slyly at Isoult as she spoke.
"I do not understand, Falve." "The husband of one wife, my lass, as the Scripture saith. Is that your fancy?" "I would like to be a wife." "Then a wife you shall be, my honey, though a friend or a bondmaid is equally good Scripture, to say nothing of simplicity. Now that being settled, and a bargain a bargain, let us seal."
"Why, I set no store by your church-music, myself," rejoined Falve. "But I set great store by Holy Church. You would never dishonour me, Falve?" "My dear," said Falve, "you will have guessed by now that I am a lady's man. I am wax in their pretty hands red wax or white wax. According as you squeeze me, my dear, you make me a Golias or a bishop, as you wish. You would have me a bishop, eh?"
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