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"Salutation, O Graul!" said he, and looked so cordial and well-willing that the King turned to him from the dead lamp and the hooded women as one turns to daylight from an evil dream. "Salutation, O Stranger!" he answered. "You come to a poor man, but are welcome you and your shipmates." "I travel alone," said the youth; "and my business " But the King put up his hand.
Ha, ha! Master, thou shalt present me then to the Sabbat. Graul has the mettle for a bonny witch!" The tymbestere vanished with a laugh.
They skulked off I can promise ye, and did not even mount a couple of broomsticks which I handsomely offered for their ride up to London." "Thunder and bombards!" cried a trooper, already half-drunk, and seizing Graul in his iron arms, "put the conjuror out of thine head now, and buss me, Graul, buss me!"
I myself all of us here have heard her; and the younger men it maddens. With singing and witch fires she lures our boats to the reefs and takes toll of us, lulling even the elders to dream, cheating them with the firelight and voices of their homes." Now the thoughts of Graul and Niotte were with their daughter continually.
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.
Her hands trembled every night as Graul lit the wick, and she arched her palms above to shield it from the wind. She was happier than her husband. Gwennolar's spell defied the lantern and their tottering pains. Boats were lost, men perished as before. The people tried a new appeal. It was the women's turn to lay their grief at the King's door.
They shall be put in the stocks, they shall be brent with hot iron, they " "Ha, ha!" interrupted the terrible Graul, "guests of mark! noble guests, trow ye! Adam Warner, the wizard, and his daughter, whom we drove last night from their den, as many a time, sisters, and many, we have driven the rats from charnel and cave." "Wizard! Adam!
Thus quietly the great song ended, and Graul, looking around on his people, saw on their faces a cheerfulness they had not known since the day of the flood. "Sir," said he, "yours is the half of my poor kingdom and yours the inheritance, if you will abide with us and sing us more of these songs." "For that service," answered the Stranger, "I am come; but not for the reward.
The cry reached the tymbesteres, and Graul rose from a body from which she had extracted a few coins smeared with blood, and darted to the spot; and so, as Adam raised his face from contemplating the dead, whose last moments he had sought to soothe, the Alecto of the battlefield stood before him, her knife bare in her gory arm.
Master Porpustone found himself completely at the mercy of these brawling customers, the more rude and disorderly from the remembrance of the sour beer in the morning, and Graul Skellet's assurances that Master Porpustone was a malignant Lancastrian.
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