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"He will sleep throughout the night, and the morn should find him stronger, more clear in mind.... I am going now to the spital no, no; I need no rest, and I have leave to come and go." The two descended together to the door of the great hall, whence Ferne went his solitary way, and Arden stood to watch him out of sight.
There's gold in the hold of the Sea Wraith for to buy back Ferne House, and now that you've won, and won again from the Spaniard, the Queen will not be angry any more! And Sir John and Sir Philip and Master Arden will bid us welcome, and men will come to stare at the Sea Wraith that has fought so many battles!
Evidently the man had lied! to what purpose Sir Mortimer Ferne would presently make it his business to discover.... There overtook him a sudden revulsion of feeling, depression of spirit, cold and sick distaste of the place. Tom and breathless, in very savagery over his defeated hope and fool's errand, he thrust with all his strength at the heart of this panoplied foe.
The priests put forth their hands and clutched him, who was ever outspoken, ever held fast to his own opinion!... To die! that is easy; but when I learned what was done to him before he was let to die " The speaker broke off with an oath and sat with fixed gaze, his hand beating upon the table a noiseless tattoo. "To die," said Mortimer Ferne slowly.
Ferne shook his head and his countenance darkened somewhat with vain regrets and sharp memories of old agonies. "Not that, my friend! I am changed, but God knows not I what other change would come did He lift His rod.
In upon these four burst Baldry, who, not finding the Paul's man and trader in rapiers, drew himself up sharply. Sir Mortimer came forward and made him a low bow, which he, not to be outdone in courtesy, any more than in weightier matters, returned in his own manner, fierce and arrogant as that of a Spanish conquistador. "Captain Robert Baldry, I trusted that you would return," said Ferne.
A little longer and I will let thee go, and Sidney's sister will comfort thee and be kind to thee." "What else?" said Damaris, beneath her breath. "What else? O God! no more!" Ferne drew from his doublet a knot of soiled ribbon. Again he was speaking, but not with the voice he had used before.
Slowly Ferne left the support of the wood and straightened his racked frame until he stood erect, a figure yet graceful, yet stately, but pathetic and terrible, bearing as it did deep marks of Spanish hatred. The face was ghastly in its gleaming pallor, in its effect of a beautiful mask fitted to tragedy too utter for aught but stillness.
'They said so many things. Who are they'?" Cecily bit her lip, and dashed away fast-starting tears. "Oh, Damaris, all who have heard all the court his friends and thine and his foes. The matter's all abroad. The Queen hath letters from Sir John Nevil he hath been sent for to the Privy Council " "Sir John Nevil hath been sent for? Why not Sir Mortimer Ferne?... Is he ill? Is he wounded?"
"Now," said Arden, as his heavy footsteps died away, "I had rather gather snow for the Grand Turk than rubies with some I wot of!" Henry Sedley, a hot red in his cheek, and his dark hair thrown back, turned from staring after the retreating figure. "If I send him my cartel, Sir Mortimer, wilt put me in irons?" "Ay, that will I," said Ferne, calmly. "Word and deed he but doth after his kind.
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