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So when she hath saved my master despite himself, sweet saint, then do thou join them heart and body, give them joy abounding and happiness enduring, nor forget them in the matter of comely children. So bring to woeful Pentavalon and to us all and every, peace at last and prosperity and to sorrowful Roger a belt wherein be no accursed notches and a soul made clean. In nomen Dominum, Amen!"
"Benedict!" quoth Duke Beltane feebly, "faithful wert thou to the last! O Benedict, where is my noble son!" "Father!" cried Beltane, "thou hast this day won Pentavalon from her shame and misery!" But the Duke lay very still in their arms and spake no word.
"Ah!" quoth Beltane, slow and bitter, "speak word to Helen the Beautiful the Wilful the Wanton? No, a thousand times! Rather would I perish, I and all my hopes, than seek aid of such as she " "Lovest thou Pentavalon indeed, messire?
"Aha!" quoth he, "methinks we reach the fair Duchy of Pentavalon; smell ye aught, brother?" And now, indeed, Beltane became aware of a cold wind, foul and noisome, a deadly, clammy air breathing of things corrupt, chilling the flesh with swift unthinking dread; and, halting in disgust, he looked about him left and right.
"O!" cried Winfrida shrinking, "surely 'tis the horse that bore Sir Gilles of Brandonmere in the lists at Barham Broom " "So now, my lady Winfrida, shall it bear thee and thy love to Mortain and happiness O loved Mortain! So mount, Jocelyn, mount! Haste to thy happiness, man, and in thy joy, forget not Pentavalon, for her need is great. And thou hast goodly men-at-arms! How think ye, messire?"
And, when my lusty fellows sought to apprehend me this rogue, he smote them dolefully and roared in hideous fashion 'Arise Pentavalon! And straightway, at this lewd shout, forth of the crowd leapt many other rogues bedight as gentle knights in noble mail, cap-a-pie, and fell upon us and smote us dire, and stripped me of my goodly apparel, and drave me forth of the town with stripes and blows and laughter most ungentle.
I want thee in Garthlaxton there be gibbets for thee above the keep also, there are my hounds aye, I want thee, Messire Beltane who art Duke of Pentavalon! Ho! Arnulf a halter for his ducal throat!"
Pentavalon calls to thee from out the gloom of dungeon, from the anguish of flame, and rack, and gibbet from blood-soaked hearth and shameful grave she calls thee so, my Beltane, come and let me arm thee."
'Tis not her hills and valleys, her towns and cities, but the folk that dwell therein; they, each one, man and woman and child, the rich and poor, the high and low, the evil and the good, aye, all those that live in outlawry these are Pentavalon. So now will I go unto these wild men, and once they follow my call, ne'er will I rest until they be free men every one.
Come now, one and all, draw, and swear me on your swords: To make your strength a shelter to the weak; to smite henceforth but in honourable cause for freedom, for justice and Pentavalon swear me upon your swords to abide by this oath, and to him that breaks it Death. Swear!" So there upon their knees with gleaming swords uplifted, these wild men swore the oath.
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