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Thenceforth too, and until the hour when at nightfall she drove away from Sweetwater Farm, she was their goddess: and as, while Phoebus served shepherd to Admetus, his fellow swains noted that never had harvest been so heavy or life so full of sweet and healthy rivalries, so these young men, who but once or twice saw Ruth Josselin after the hour of her departure, talked in scattered homesteads all their days of that good time at Sweetwater, and of the season's wonderful bearings.
Beaumanoir, the commandant at Josselin, had been moved to indignation at the cruel treatment of peasants who had refused to pay ransom by Robert Bembro, the commander of Ploermel. He challenged the tyrant to combat, and thirty heroes of each party fought out their quarrel at a spot marked by the half-way oak, equidistant from the two garrisons.
"Ruth Josselin," he continued, "has suffered the scourge for having resisted Beadle Shadbolt in the discharge of his duty, and for unlawful wounding." "Excuse me," put in Mr. Somershall, speaking across from the Chairman's left. Mr. Somershall was afflicted with deafness, but liked to assert himself whenever a word by chance reached him and gave him a cue.
"Always," he echoed, taking her hand and ready to search for the mark of the sting. But her eyes were fastened on the water bubbling from the well head. A branch creaked aloft, and to the right of the well head the hickory bushes rustled and parted. "So here are the truants!" exclaimed a voice. "Good-morning, Miss Josselin!" The Reverend Nahum Silk, B.A., sometime of St.
"Eh?" he stammered, recovering himself. "Your pardon, ma'am. I wasn't aware that a lady " Here his eyes, travelling to the end of the table, were arrested by the vision of Ruth Josselin. "Wh-e-ew!" he whistled, under his breath. "Sir Oliver " Batty Langton stood up. "Hey?" The name gave Captain Harry yet another shock. He spun about again upon his brother. "'Sir Oliver'? Whats he saying?"
Silk explained that he had ridden over from Natchett to call on Miss Josselin and had but an hour to spare. They insisted, however, that he must eat before leaving, and they led away his horse to bait, leaving him and Ruth together. "Will you come into the house?" she asked. "With your leave we can talk better here. . . . So you guessed that I made one of the party? Miss Vyell told me."
He grinned. "Well, and I'm not used to riding, and that's a fact. But" he leered the compliment "there are few dangers I would not brave for a glance from Miss Josselin." "You flatter me, sir. But I believe you braved a worse, yesterday, without claiming that reward." "Ah! You mean that Sir Oliver will be angry when he gets wind of our little expedition?
He stepped forward and himself cut her a large manchet from the loaf the old man produced. She took it from him and ate ravenously, like a young wild animal, tearing at the crust with her white teeth. "They haven't broken your body's health, then," he thought to himself. Aloud he said, "You don't quite take my meaning, Mr. Josselin, and I'll put it to you in a straight offer.
It turned and rushed through them again, leaving five others helpless beneath its hoofs. No need to do more! Already Beaumanoir and his companions were inside the circle, the prostrate men were helpless, and Josselin had won. That night a train of crestfallen archers, bearing many a prostrate figure, marched sadly into Ploermel Castle.
Why so silent, Nigel?" "Indeed, fair sir, I was looking toward Josselin, which lies as I understand beyond those woods. I see no sign of this debonair gentleman and of his following. It would be indeed grievous pity if any cause came to hold them back." Hugh Calverly laughed at the words. "You need have no fear, young sir," said he.
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