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"Sir Drogo has taken it with him." "We will have it open. "Friar Martin, art thou within?" "Safe and uninjured. Is it thou, Kynewulf? Then I charge thee that thou do no hurt to any here. They have not injured me." "Not injured thee, to place thee here! Well, we will soon have thee out. We have promised Grimbeard to bring thee to him, or forfeit our lives. He is dying." "Dying! And I not there!
"If I had, dost think I should tell thee? Why not take me for one?" "Thou art worth a hundred marks, and they not a hundred pence," laughed Grimbeard. "It is not that I respect noble blood. I have scant cause. A wandering priest who came to say mass for us told us the story of Jephthah and the Gileadites; I will try the effect of a Shibboleth, too.
But I rest not on that," and here he pleaded so eloquently in the name of Christ, that even Grimbeard was moved; he could not resist a certain ascendency which Martin was gaining over him. "Let them go, all of them. Blindfold them and lead them out in the road. Only they must swear not to come into our haunts again, either with hawk and hound or with deadlier weapons. "There!
"Mother," said Martin, "why that cruel message of thy death? Thou hadst not otherwise lost me so long." "It was for thy good. I would save thee from the life of an outlaw or vagabond, and foresaw that unless I renounced thee utterly, thy love would mar thy fortunes, and bring thee back to my side." "My poor forsaken mother!" Grimbeard now approached.
When the meal was over Grimbeard spoke: "We generally Test awhile and chew the cud after our midday meal, for our craft keeps us awake a great deal by night; and perhaps your tramp through the woods has made you tired also. Rest, and after the sun has sunk beneath the branches of yon pine you may deliver the message you spoke about."
"And now, my dear nephew, tell me all about my poor sister. Can she not be regained to her home, rescued from the wretched life of the woods?" "I fear it is useless, while Grimbeard yet lives; besides a wife's first duty is to her husband.
Grimbeard was fairly puzzled. "Thou hast me on the hip, youngster."
They had a long conversation that afternoon, wherein Grimbeard maintained that the position of the "merrie men," who still kept up a struggle against the Government in the various great forests of the land, such as green Sherwood and the Andredsweald, were simply patriots maintaining a lawful struggle against foreign oppressors.
There, on a couch strewn with skins and soft herbage, lay the redoubtable Grimbeard; and by his side, nursing him tenderly, Mabel of Walderne. But for this she had been with Martin's rescuers at the castle, but she could not leave her dying lord, who clung fondly to her now, and would take food from no other hand. The wound he had received had been thought slight, and neglected.
"Guests, good captain," replied Martin, "who have come far to seek thee, and who have brought thee a special message from the King of kings." Grimbeard growled, but he had his own ideas of hospitality, and had his deadliest enemy come voluntarily to him, trusting to his good faith, he could not have harmed him. So he conquered his discontent. "Hospitality is the law of the woods.
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