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Updated: July 18, 2025
"Lord," said Roger, shaking his head, as they halted upon the edge of the Hollow, "lord, 'twere better thou hadst let me strangle them; those dogs will bay of thee to Black Ivo ere this time to-morrow!" "'Tis so I hope, Roger." "Hope?" "Could I but lure Black Ivo into the wild, Roger, where swamp and thicket should fight for us!
"Know then, Sir Fidelis, that upon our wedding-eve I was by her command struck down within the chapel upon the very altar, and by her borne in bonds unto Garthlaxton Keep a present to mine enemy, Duke Ivo " "O, 'tis a lie O dear my lord 'tis lie most foul !" "In witness whereof behold upon my wrists the shameful irons from my dungeon "
"Thou hast heard, Godric, how that my counsellors have long desired me to wed with Duke Ivo, and do yet await my answer to his suit nay hearken! So to-night shall my mind be known in the matter once and for all! Come, my Godric, arm you and saddle two horses come!" "Nay, sweet my lady, what would ye?" "Fly hence with thee, my Godric! Come the horses!" "Fly from Mortain, and thou the Duchess?
But very little more did either he, his lady, and his three children wear, as they trudged along the drove, in even poorer case than that Robert of Coningsby, Who came out of Normandy, With his wife Tiffany, And his maid Maupas, And his dog Hardigras. "For the love of heaven and all chivalry, joke me no jokes, Sir Ivo, but give me and mine clothes and food!
To which message Sir Ascelin and Ivo Taillebois, not being over desirous of having Hereward as a neighbour, saw fit to add a clause exempting Torfrida from the amnesty, but that she should be burnt on account of her abominable and notorious sorceries. When the proclamation arrived, Hereward was away foraging.
"Non nobis, Domine," he said, for a priest had once had the training of him. "But I leave that which shall not die." He summoned his wife and told her of the coming of the Crane. From a finger of his left hand he took the thick ring of gold which Ivo had marked years before in the Wealden hut. "I have a notion that I am going a long journey," he told her.
"Ha!" quoth Sir Benedict, setting down his milk-bowl, "what know you of Duke Beltane?" "Nought but that he was a great and lusty fighter who yet loved peace and mercy, but truth and justice most of all." "And to-day," sighed Sir Benedict, "to-day we have Black Ivo! Aye me! these be sorry days for Pentavalon. 'Tis said he woos the young Duchess yonder. Hast ever seen Helen of Mortain, sir smith?"
When Ivo thought proper to see Kate approaching, he turned with an exclamation of hyperbolical admiration. He knew perfectly the type of woman with whom he had to deal. "Ah, it is den you, fair maid? You be fair widout dem, but much fairer wid de ear-rings, I you assure.
"Lord, 'twas the Duchess Helen!" said one. "Helen!" cried Sir Pertolepe, "Helen of Mortain?" "Aye, lord, as her wedding gift to our lord Duke Ivo." Now hereupon Beltane's staring eyes closed, the great muscles of his body twitched and writhed and stood out gnarled and rigid awhile, then he sighed, a slow, hissing breath, and lay there staring up wide-eyed at the vaulted roof again.
Alftruda's warning was both timely and true, for anon came Ivo Taillebois, who had taken to wife Hereward's niece Lucia, and Abbot Thorold, of Peterborough, who had an old score to wipe off in connection with Hereward's last visit to his abbey, and Sir Ascelin, his nephew, and many another.
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