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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.
But she hung her head and had nothing to say. He went on to speak of Galors, to her visible disease. When he asked what the monk wanted with her, he felt her tremble on his arm. She began to cry, suddenly turned her face into his shoulder, and kept it there while her sobs shook through her.
But she still held him off with her stiffened arms and face averted. She tried to cheapen herself. "I am Matt's bad daughter, I am Matt's bad daughter! All the tithing holds me in scorn. Never speak of love to such as I am, Galors." And when he tried to pull her she made herself rigid as a rod, and would not go. So love made the man mad, and spread and possessed him.
It was ill fighting against a girl's soul, it slacked his rein and drugged his heel. By God, let the boy come and be damned; let him fight! "Mother of God, send, send, send!" breathed Isoult. The horse below them shuddered, failed to come up to the rein, bowed his head to the jerked spur. Galors left off spurring, and slackened his rein.
The pupils of Maulfry's eyes narrowed to a pair of pin points. "What is this?" she said quickly. "Red feathers? A surcoat white and green? A gold baldrick? Did he bear a fesse dancettee upon his shield, a hooded falcon for his crest?" Her questions chimed with her panting. "By baldrick and shield I know him for a Gai of Starning," said Galors.
Her first words were as before "Danger! danger!" "You are safe with me, dear," said Prosper. "Danger to you, my lord!" "To me, my child? Who can be dangerous to me?" "Maulfry and Galors. Maulfry most of all." "Maulfry? Maulfry?" he echoed. Ah, the lady!
The monk drew near, stood before her, and said "Isoult la Desirous, you shall come with me into the quarry, for I have much to say to you." "Let it be said here," she replied, without moving. But he answered "Nay, you shall come with me into the quarry." "I am dead tired. Can you not let me be, Dom Galors?" "I have what will freshen you, Isoult. Come with me." "If I must, I must."
Galors probably knew the truth of it, for he was very often at Tortsentier. He knew, for instance, of Maulfry's taste for armour. The place was full of it, and had a frieze of shields, which Maulfry herself polished every day, as brave with blazonry as on the day they first went out before their masters. Maulfry was very fond of heraldry.
Galors played the impenetrable part which had served him so well with the Abbot Richard, in other words, did nothing but sit where he was with his spear erect, like a bronze figure on a bridge. Impassivity had always been the strength of Galors; women had bruised themselves against it: but Prosper had little to do with women's ways.
This she brought to her lord. Prosper smiled to her. "Take it to Galors, Isoult, whom we must consider as our guest," he whispered. She turned at once and went dutifully, with recollected feet and bosom girt in meekness, to give him the cold water cupped in her palms. Galors drank greedily, and grunted his thanks. As for Prosper, he praised men and angels for a fair vision.
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