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He told Melite how Hugues was rescued and shipped to England, and how, if she would, she might straightway follow him in a fishing-boat. "For there is likely to be ugly work at Puysange," Adhelmar said, "when the marshal comes. And he will come." "But what will you do now, my cousin?" asked Melite.
Melite sat before the mirror, and braided her hair, and sang to herself in a sweet, low voice, brooding with unfathomable eyes upon her image in the glass, while the October rain beat about Puysange, and Adhelmar rode forth to save Hugues that must else be hanged.
For the rest, Sir Adhelmar de Nointel was known as a valiant knight, who had won glory in the wars with the English. Now, as I have said, Adhelmar was cousin to Reinault, and, in consequence, to Reinault's sister, the Demoiselle Melite; and the latter Adhelmar loved, at least, as much as a cousin should.
He demanded how many of Hugues' men were about. Some twenty of them had come to Puysange, Melite said, in the hope that Reinault might aid them to save their master.
Adhelmar's glove, which he had forgotten in his haste, lay upon the floor, and Melite lifted it and twisted it idly. "I wonder ?" said she. She lighted four wax candles and set them before a mirror that was in the room. Melite stood among them and looked into the mirror.
The level sunlight through the open window smote full upon his face, which was very glad. Melite was conscious of her nobility in causing him such delight at the last. "God, God!" cried Adhelmar, and he spread out his arms toward the dear, familiar world that was slowly taking form beneath them, a world now infinitely dear to him; "all, my God, have pity and let me live a little longer!"
Melite laughed her laughter was high and delicate, with the resonance of thin glass, and raised her arms above her, head, stretching tensely like a cat before a fire, and laughed yet again. "After all," said she, "I do not wonder."
Then he and Melite stood silent for a moment, and heard Adhelmar in the court-yard calling his men to ride forth; and Melite laughed; and Hugues scowled. Nicolas as Chorus The year passed, and Adhelmar did not return; and there was much fighting during that interval, and Hugues began to think the knight was slain and would never return to fight with him. The reflection was borne with equanimity.
Adhelmar admitted that the plan was a mad one, but added, reasonably enough, that needs must when the devil drives. And so firm was his confidence, so cheery his laugh he managed to laugh somehow, though it was a stiff piece of work, that Melite began to be comforted somewhat, and bade him go and Godspeed. So then Adhelmar left her.
He himself said of the first, Melite, which he wrote at three and twenty, "It was my first attempt, and it has no pretence of being according to the rules, for I did not know then that there were any. I had for guide nothing but a little common sense, together with the models of the late Hardy, whose vein was rather fertile than polished."
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