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Some new accusation! some deeper fall! There was a low growl from Leonillo; the hangings of the tent were raised, and an archer bending his head said, "A word with you, Sir." "Who art thou?" demanded Richard. "Hob Longbow, Sir. Remember you not old passages in the forest, there and Master Adam?" Richard did remember the archer in the days of his outlaw life, in a very different capacity.
And who, for Heaven's sake, are you?" added Richard, as Leonillo, who had been smelling about and investigating, threw himself on the blind man in a transport of caresses. "Off, Leon off!" cried Richard. "It is but a dog! Fear not, little one!
Suddenly the silence was interrupted by a clear, loud, ringing whistle, repeated at brief intervals and now and then exchanged for the call "Leonillo! Leon!"
Tell me, tell me," he added, trembling, as he knelt before the miserable object, holding back the eager Leonillo with one arm round his neck, "who art thou, thou ghost of former times?" "Knowst me not, Richard?" returned a suppressed voice in Provencal. "Henry! Henry!" exclaimed Richard, and fell upon the foot of the low bed, weeping bitterly. "Is it come to this?"
"Already!" exclaimed the boy, springing to his feet, as Leonillo bounded forward to meet a stout hardy forester, who was advancing from the opposite end of the glade. This was a man of the largest and most sinewy mould, his face tanned by sun and wind to a uniform hard ruddy brown, and his shaggy black hair untrimmed, as well as his dark bristly beard.
The little girl obeyed, and betook herself to the quiet sports of a lonely child, amusing herself with Leonillo, and sometimes returning to her father and obtaining his attention for a few moments, sometimes prattling to some passing brother of the Order, who perhaps made all the more of the pretty creature because this might be called an innocent breach of discipline.
"Be instantly on the way to the coast, ere the search begins; and there, either for love of Sir Simon the righteous or for that gilt knife of yours, we may get ferried over to the Isle of Wight, whence- -But what ails the dog! Whist, Leonillo! Hold your throat: I can hear naught but your clamour!"
"Ha young rebel!" exclaimed the hunter. "Know you what you say?" "I reck not," replied the boy: "you have slain my father and my brothers, and now you have slain my last and only friend. Do as you will with me only for my mother's sake, let it not be a shameful death; and let my sister Eleanor have my poor Leonillo.
Unspeakably beautiful was his ride through rocky dells filled with copsewood, among which jessamine, lilies, and exquisite flowers were peeping up, and the coney, the fawn, and other animals, made Leonillo prick his ears and wistfully seek from his master's eye permission to dash off in pursuit.
Richard was forced to step forth, call him in, and make his excuses; but the Princess responded by praises of the noble animal, and caresses, to which Leonillo replied with a grand gratitude, that showed him as nobly bred as his young master. "Thou art a gallant creature," said Eleanor, her hand upon the proud head; "and no doubt as faithful as beautiful!"
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