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But now, as the witch sank upon the road with pleading hands uplifted, Sir Fidelis rode beside her and, stooping, caught her outstretched hands; quoth he: "Of what avail to plead with such as these? So will I adventure me on behalf of this poor maid." "Enough!" cried Beltane. "Walkyn, march ye one and all for Hundleby Fen wait me there and let your watch be strict.
"So henceforth am I content and yet " "Well, my lord?" "To-morrow, perchance, shall see the end of this our solitude and close comradeship to-morrow we should reach Hundleby Fen. So, Fidelis, promise me, if thou, at any time hereafter should see me harsh, or proud, or selfish do thou mind me of these days of our love and companionship. Wilt promise me?"
Quoth Beltane, staring: "Now what aileth the maid, think ye? But 'tis no matter we are well quit of her, meseemeth." So saying, he turned to behold Roger flat upon his belly and with his ear to the ground. "Master," cried he, "master, there be horsemen i' the forest hereabouts a great company!" "Why then, do you mount, Roger, and hie thee with Sir Fidelis hot-foot to Walkyn at Hundleby Fen.
Now hereupon the archer's gloom was lifted and he strode along singing softly 'neath his breath; yet, in a while he frowned, sudden and fierce: "As for that foul knave Gurth ha, methinks I had been wiser to slit his roguish weasand, for 'tis in my mind he may live to discover our hiding place to our foes, and perchance bring down Red Pertolepe to Hundleby Fen."
Ride ride!" quoth Roger, wiping sweat from him, "O sweet Christ forgive me, for I have hunted down poor rogues with such ere now " "Forsooth, Roger, and now is their turn to hunt thee, mayhap. Howbeit, ride you at speed, and you, sir knight also, get you gone, and whatsoever betide, Roger, wait you at Hundleby Fen for me. Go obey me!"
"Master," quoth Roger, shivering and glancing about him, "here is Hangstone Waste, and yonder the swamps of Hundleby Fen you can smell them from here! And 'tis an evil place, this, for 'tis said the souls of murdered folk do meet here betimes, and hold high revel when the moon be full. Here, on wild nights witches and warlocks ride shrieking upon the wind, with goblins damned "
Howbeit, now shall he prove thy word, for here I wait the hunters, and to-day will I, keeping ever out of bow-shot, lead them through every quag, every bog and marsh 'twixt here and Hundleby Fen, and of those that follow still, thou and Walkyn and our merry men shall make an end, I pray God. So let all lie well hid, and watch for my coming. And now farewell to thee, Roger."
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