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"Has the Lady of Harby no employment," he asked, gently, "to spur the trudging time?" Brilliana laughed rather cheerlessly. "Oh, mercy, yes! Can she not overwatch the gardener to see that he planteth the right sort of herbs and flowers at the new of the moon, at moon full, and at moon old?
The village of Harby was vastly proud of its inn, and by consequence the innkeeper thought highly of the village of Harby. He had been a happy innkeeper for the better part of a reasonably long life, and he had hoped to be a happy innkeeper to that life's desirably distant close. But the world is not made for innkeepers by innkeepers, and Master Vallance was newly come into woes.
"Why, for my part, I should like to learn why in all this great gap of time nothing has been done to help one side or the other. If the gentry of Harby have made no effort to relieve us, neither, on the other hand, has our leaguer been augmented by any reinforcements.
She sprang to her feet, with flaming cheeks and blazing eyes, and struck her white hand upon the table. "That flag flies," she cried, "for the honor of Harby. Whoever challenges the honor of Harby will find it a very dragon, with teeth and claws and a fiery breath." Halfman sprang to his feet, too, and gave the gallant girl a military salute.
Evander inquired again, somewhat anxiously, if he had been expected to appear before, which again Halfman denied. "Since you have passed your parole," he affirmed, "Harby Hall is Liberty Hall for you as far as to the park limits. I would have battered at your door ere this, but I respected your first sleep in a strange bed, wherein often a bad night makes a late matins. Can you break your fast?"
"Ill, very ill," Charles answered, drearily. "I had bad dreams and could not wake from them. Leave me, sirs." Rufus solicited his eyes. "And the prisoner?" Charles looked at him vaguely. "The prisoner?" "The rebel hostage for murdered Randolph Harby," Rufus reminded him. Charles looked vexed. "Oh yes, I suppose he must die. Surely he must die. His plea is specious, but Randolph Harby is dead."
And this was the beginning of the siege of Harby House. Mr. Samuel Marfleet, in his "Diurnal of certain events of moment happening of late at Harby," is very eloquent over the coming of the little company.
"Gentlemen," she said, "you must need sustenance after this morning's work. You will find such poor cheer as Harby can offer in the banqueting-hall. Captain Halfman, will you play the host for me?" The Cavaliers, who were, indeed, sharp-set and ever-ready trenchermen, welcomed the proposal each after his own fashion. "Indeed," averred the Lord Fawley, "I would say good-day to a pasty."
It was in the thick of these thoughts that he found himself within a few feet of the walls of the park of Harby. The great gates were closed that his boyhood found always open. He smiled a little, and his smile increased as a figure stepped from behind the nearest tree within the walls, a sturdy, fresh-looking serving-fellow armed with a musketoon.
Master Vallance also knew, for he had been told this by Master Marfleet, the school-master, that the Lady of Harby had no right to fly the standard, seeing that the presence of that standard implied the bodily presence of the King. But he also knew, still on Master Marfleet's authority, that the Lady of Harby had flung that standard to the winds in no ignorance nor defiance of courtly custom.
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