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Updated: June 23, 2025
Prosper was in love at last; but he did not lose his head on that account. It was not his way. The girl he had first pitied, next desired, then respected, then learned, finally adored, was gone. Well, he would find her no doubt. She had but two enemies, Galors and Maulfry; who hunted in couple just now. She might be anywhere in the world, but it was most likely that where she was they were also.
"You would do better to eat well and sleep softly. 'Twould bring you nearer your heart's desire. Men like a girl to be sleek." But in this Isoult had her way, though she said her prayers in bed. In all else she was meek as a mouse. Maulfry made her dress to suit her own taste, and let down her hair. The dress was of thin silk, fitted close, and was cut low in the neck.
So far, however, she had no cause to distrust her chatelaine's honour, nor even her judgment. Both, she doubted not, were in Prosper's keeping. Maulfry was in a gay, malicious humour. She pinched Isoult's cheek when she met her. "Tired of waiting, my minion?" she began. "No, ma'am, I am not tired at all." "That is well. I went by the eye-shine. So you are still patient for the great reward!
He must go his way which was man's way and she must stop at High March nursing her heart which was woman's way even if High March proved a second Gracedieu and Isabel a more inexorable Maulfry. No act of her own, she resolved, should henceforward lead her to disobey him.
Nanno never looked at anything higher than the ground; and as for Vincent, he was in love with Isoult, and would sooner have looked at Christ in judgment. Of those two people Nanno was believed to be dumb; Isoult, at least, never got speech of her. Vincent, who was treated by Maulfry as if he had been a mechanism, was a very simple machine.
Galors swore. "Let God judge whether that damned acrobat shall pay for his writhing! But the other shall be my first business. So she is here you have seen her? What do you think of her?" "I have told you." The man's appetite grew as it fed upon Maulfry's praise of his taste. "Ah ah! Dame, I'm a man of taste eh?" Maulfry said nothing. Galors changed the note.
Come here, Isoult. Listen." She whispered in her ear. Isoult grew very grave. Her eyes were wide at this minute, all black, and not a shred of colour was left in her face. "Ah, never!" she cried. Maulfry laughed heartily. "You are the dearest little goose in the world!" she cried. "Come and kiss me at once." Isoult did as she was told. Maulfry did not let her go again.
Her first words were as before "Danger! danger!" "You are safe with me, dear," said Prosper. "Danger to you, my lord!" "To me, my child? Who can be dangerous to me?" "Maulfry and Galors. Maulfry most of all." "Maulfry? Maulfry?" he echoed. Ah, the lady!
It had deceived the colliers, it might deceive Galors. Ah! but there was Maulfry. It would never deceive her. All the comfort she could take was that Galors was lord of the town, and she collier's knave. Now colliers' knaves do not see much of their lords paramount, nor rulers of cities look into the love-affairs of colliers or seek for such among them. If Maulfry were there, Heaven help her!
The Golden Knight pulled up short, but held his spear couched against the worst. Prosper spoke again quite cheerfully. "You and I have met, Dame Maulfry." "You are speaking foolishness and wasting my time, Messire. I neither know you nor your dame." "You may have known my shield in more gaudy trim. Did I not turn grave-digger for you some years ago?" "Oh, oh! you are Prosper le Gai?"
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