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He saw De Gurdun, who stood moodily, looking at the floor. 'Oh, content you, Saint-Pol answered him. 'That man hates more than you or I. And with more reason. 'What are your reasons, Eustace? asked Montferrat, still in a whisper. Are these enough reasons for you? 'By God, Eustace, said the breathless Montferrat, 'I cannot think it. Not here!
'Now, Gilles, listen to what I shall tell you, said Richard. 'There is no lady in the world more noble than this one, and no man living who means more faithfully by her than I. I will do her will this day, and that speedily, lest the devil be served. Are you a true man, Gilles? 'Lord, said Gurdun, 'I try to be so. Your father made me a knight.
Willow-palm was golden in the hedges when the King of England's men filled Normandy, and Gilles de Gurdun, having been healed of his wounds, rode towards Rouen at the head of his levy. He went not without an understanding with Saint-Pol that he should have his sister on Palm Sunday in the church of Gisors.
I have a finer plan than either. You are satisfied with a sword-stroke in the back 'By my soul, it shall not be in the back! cried De Gurdun. Saint-Pol shrugged again. 'That is the Marquess's way. But what matter? You want to see him down. So do I, by heaven, but in hell, not on the earth. I will see him tormented. I will see him ashamed. I will wreck his hopes.
The town was early afoot, for the wedding party of the Sieur de Gurdun was to come in; and Gurdun belonged to the Archbishop, and the Archbishop to the Duke. The bride also was reported unwilling, which added zest to the public appetite for her known beauty. Some knew for truth that she was the cast-off mistress of a very great man, driven into Gurdun's arms to dispose of scandal and of her.
Singing like a genius to the broad splash of sunlight on brickwork, Gilles de Gurdun found him. Richard was sitting on a bench against the wall, one knee clasped in his hands, his head thrown back, his throat rippling with the tide of his music.
Gurdun cried on the name of God and started forward; at the same instant Saint-Pol made a rush, and with him Des Barres. Richard, with Jehane held close, went backwards on the way he had come in. His long arm and long sword kept his distance; he worked them like a scythe.
The Marquess knew that Richard would sooner help the devil than him to Jerusalem; not only on this account, but on every conceivable account did he hate Richard. If he could embroil the two leaders of the Crusade, there was his affair: Philip would need him. In Paris also was Saint-Pol, fizzling with mischief, and behind him, where-ever he went, stalked Gilles de Gurdun, murder in his heart.
When she had been sitting there for upwards of a month, and still no sign from the bearer of the letter, she saw Gilles de Gurdun come halting up the poplar avenue and pry about the walls, much as she herself had done. She knew him at once for all his tatters, this square-faced, low-browed Norman.
'Your soul against mine, graceless dog, said the King. 'Another word and I pull you down. Just then who should come riding out of the gate but Gilles de Gurdun, armed cap-a-pie? 'Here, my lord, said Des Barres, clearing his throat, 'comes a gentleman who has sought your Grace with better cause than mine. 'Who is your gentleman? Richard asked him.
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