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"In Belsaye is that pale fox Sir Gui of Allerdale with many trusty men-at-arms to hold the town for Black Ivo and teach Belsaye its duty: how may we destroy my lord Duke's gallows 'neath the very beards of my lord Duke's garrison, wilt tell me that, my good, Black Rogerkin?" "Aye," nodded Roger, "that will I when I have asked my lord."
'Quid multiplicati sunt gui tribulant me! intoned Mary Antony, within. . . . 'Most dear and Reverend Mother, crooned Sister Mary Rebecca, at midnight, 'I have something of deepest importance to say' 'Dixit insipiens, was Mary Antony's appropriate response. Eh, and Sister Mary Rebecca, thinking none could observe her, had already been round, in the moonlight, and attempted to climb a tree.
Now, beholding the mail-clad face above him, the blue eyes aflame, the pale lips tight-drawn, Sir Gui, Seneschal of Belsaye, spake soft-voiced on this wise: "I see my lord Duke's gallows go up in flame wherefore men shall die!" "Aye," sighed Beltane, "said I not thine eyes were good, Lord Seneschal? Now, use thine ears hearken!
Brand was a fair manor, knight a fair manor, but long since dust and ashes ha! a merry blaze wherein father and mother and sister burned and screamed and died in faith, a roguish blaze! Ha! d'ye blench? Dost know me, forsooth?" Then Sir Gui stepped back, drawing his sword; but, even so, death leapt at him.
Hereupon Sir Gui spake quick and passion-choked: "Fool fool! hence, thou blundering fool. For this shalt be flayed alive. Ha! hence, thou dusty rogue!" But now this grim figure stirred, and lifting a great hand, spake hoarse and low: "Peace, knight! Hold thy peace and look!"
Thus amid a lane of pallid faces that stared and shrank away, the tall miller came unto the wondering pike-men burst their ranks and leapt upon the dais where stood the gilded chair. "Ho! soldiers and men-at-arms good people of Belsaye call ye for Gui in sooth? hunger ye for sight of Bloody Gui of Allerdale in faith?
She sat in a great carven chair, her arms outstretched across the table before her, her face bowed low between, and the setting sun made a glory of her golden hair. Of a sudden she started, and lifting her head looked upon Sir Gui; her tears, slow-falling and bitter, staining the beauty of her face. "My lord ah, no!" she panted, and started to her feet. "Dear and fair my lady fear not.
But now, even as Sir Gui shrank back before the death in Beltane's look, amazed beyond all thought by his words, came a sudden shout, and thereafter a clash and ring of steel upon the stair without.
The Bishop of Montors had returned to Bellegarde that evening with his brother, Count Gui, and the pleasure-loving prelate had brought these mirth-makers in his train. Clad in scarlet, he rode before them playing upon a lute unclerical conduct which shocked his preciser brother and surprised nobody.
"Nay, Roger, sworn art thou to redeem Pentavalon: so now, in her name do I charge thee, haste to Sir Jocelyn, an he yet live seek Giles and Walkyn and whoso else ye may, and bring them hither at speed. If ye find me not here, then hie ye all to Thrasfordham, for by to-morrow Sir Pertolepe and Gui of Allerdale will have raised the country against us.
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