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With that salutation, more benevolent than accurate, the friar vanished from the room; the chief of the tymbesteres leaped lightly on the table, put one foot on the soldier's shoulder, and sprang through the open lattice. She found the friar in the act of mounting a sturdy mule, which had been tied to a post by the door. "Fie, Graul Skellet! Fie, Graul!" said the conjurer "Respect for my serge.
"There lived a king in Argos, A merchantman in Tyre Would sell the King his cargoes, But took his heart's desire: Sing Io, Io, Io! Graul looked toward his wife. "That will be the boy Laian," said Motte; "he sits on the rock below and sings at his fishing." "The song is a strange one," said Graul; "and never had Laian voice like that." The singer mounted the cliff
Graul Skellet loves not wenches who have lords for their feres, and yet who shrink from Graul and her sisters as the sound from the leper." "Fegs," answered the friar, impatiently, "I know naught against the daughter, a pretty lass, but too high for my kisses. And as for the father, I want not the man's life, that is, not very specially, but his model, his mechanical.
Graul turned; but as she gained the door, she stopped, and said abruptly, throwing back her hood, "What age dost thou deem me?" "Marry," quoth the friar, "an' I had not seen thee on thy mother's knee when she followed my stage of tregetour, I should have guessed thee for thirty; but thou hast led too jolly a life to look still in the blossom. Why speer'st thou the question?"
He found a ledge at length, and there the three huddled together Niotte between swooning and sleep, Graul seated beside her, and Rubh standing patient, waiting for the day. When the crashing ceased around them, the King could hear the soft flakes of sweat dripping from the stallion's belly, and saw the stars reflected now from the floor where his forest had stood.
Afar they heard the tramping of feet; suddenly, a dark red light shot up into the blue air, a light from the flame of many torches. "The wizard, the wizard! Death to the wizard, who would starve the poor!" yelled forth, and was echoed by a stern hurrah. Adam stood motionless, Sibyll by his side. "The wizard and his daughter!" shrieked a sharp single voice, the voice of Graul the tymbestere.
Graul Skellet, tossing up her timbrel, darted to the fugitives and grinned a ghastly grin when she heard the news, for the tymbesteres were all loyal to a king who loved women, and who had a wink and a jest for every tramping wench! The troopers tarried not, however, for further converse, but, having satisfied their thirst, hurried and clattered from the yard.
With that salutation, more benevolent than accurate, the friar vanished from the room; the chief of the tymbesteres leaped lightly on the table, put one foot on the soldier's shoulder, and sprang through the open lattice. She found the friar in the act of mounting a sturdy mule, which had been tied to a post by the door. "Fie, Graul Skellet! Fie, Graul!" said the conjurer "Respect for my serge.
But by the soul of Father Merlin, whom the saints assoil, I need not have given myself all this torment for a thing which, at best, does the work of a farthing pipkin!" "Quick, master; the hour is late! I must go while yet the troopers and couriers and riders, hurrying to and fro, keep the gates from closing. What wantest thou with Graul?" "More reverence, child!" growled the friar.
They stood erect for a moment, listening, Graul with her finger on her lips; then they glided to the door, opened and reclosed it, darted across the yard, scaring the beasts that slept there; the watch-dog barked, but drew back, bristling, and showing his fangs, as Red Grisell, undaunted, pointed her knife, and Graul flung him a red peace-sop of meat.
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