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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Walkyn, master, having slain Sir Pertolepe's horse yonder, followeth Pertolepe, minded straight to slay him also." "Yet dost thou remain, Roger." "Aye, lord; and here is that which thou wilt need again, methinks; I found it hard by Sir Pertolepe's dead horse." So saying, Roger put Beltane's great sword into his hand.
But one more blow and the Red Pertolepe had been in hell " "Yet, forsooth, didst save our rear-guard, comrade!" said Ulf. "Aye and what o' that? 'Twas Pertolepe's foul life I sought " "And there," quoth Beltane, "there spake Vengeance, and vengeance is ever a foul thing and very selfish!" Now hereupon Walkyn's scowl deepened, and, falling further to the rear, he spake no more.
And, in a while, Beltane rose and Sir Pertolepe also, and side by side they stepped forth of the leaves out into the road, where, on the outskirts of the village, pikemen and men-at-arms, archer and knight, were halted in a surging throng, while above the jostling confusion rose the hoarse babel of their voices.
And thus stood they, side by side, until the tramp of feet was died away, until the last trembling villager had slunk from sight and the broad road was deserted, all save for Cuthbert the esquire, and divers horses that lay stiffly in the dust, silent and very still. Then Beltane sighed and sheathed his dagger, and Sir Pertolepe faced him scrowling, fierce-eyed and arrogant.
There is Diccon and Peter of my company of pikes, and Gregory that was a fair good bowman, and there be others also and master, these be not hanged men!" "Not hanged ?" "No, master! All these our men died in battle, as their wounds do testify they were dead men already when Pertolepe hanged them on his gibbets. And Walkyn is not here, wherefore, methinks, he liveth yet.
Then came he to the fire and stood there, arms crossed, frowning down at the flame. "Greeting to thee, Waldron of Brand!" Swift turned Walkyn, his gloomy scowl relaxed at Beltane's voice, and stooping, he took and kissed my Beltane's hand. "Whence come ye, Walkyn?" "From going to and fro among the dead, seeking Pertolepe, master.
"I have heard tell that to be a woman and captive to Sir Gilles or Pertolepe the Red is to be brought to swift and dire shame. So now let us deliver these women from shame, thou and I. Wilt go with me, Roger?" "Aye lord, that will I: yet first pray thee aid me to bind a clout upon my arm, for my wound irketh me somewhat."
'First, doth Pertolepe hold him I seek? 'Him? says I. 'Him they call Beltane? says Roger, 'doth he lie prisoned within Garthlaxton? 'He doth, quoth I. Now for thine other question.
Giles!" he gasped, "'tis the Red Pertolepe!" and so stood agape, what time a trumpet brayed a fitful blast from the road and was answered afar. Thereafter came Roger, stooping as he ran, and shouting: "Archers! Archers! run, lord!"
But hereupon, Sir Pertolepe, staring round about him and down upon his galling bonds, spake: "Sir knight," said he, "who thou art I know not, yet, if indeed thou art of gentle blood, then know that I am Sir Pertolepe, Baron of Trenda, Seneschal of Garthlaxton, lord warden of the marches: moreover, friend and brother-in-arms am I to Duke Ivo "
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