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The printer shook his head gloomily. 'I wager my nephew will yet play the traitor to Privy Seal. 'I will do it myself ere that, and Throckmorton yawned, throwing his head back. 'The scaldhead is there, the printer said; and in the doorway there stood, supporting himself by the lintel, the young Poins.
But he maintained, besides, many adventurers from the mother sept, who deserted a less warlike, though more wealthy chief, to do homage to Fergus Mac-Ivor. Other individuals, too, who had not even that apology, were nevertheless received into his allegiance, which indeed was refused to none who were, like Poins, proper men of their hands, and were willing to assume the name of Mac-Ivor.
'You have been used as befits no gentleman's son, he said. 'I will see to the righting of your wrongs. Poins swore with an amazing obscenity. 'Shall right 'em myself, he said, 'so I meet T. Culpepper in this flesh as a man. Throckmorton leaned gently forward and touched his arm.
'For sure, he affirmed after a pause, 'that will move 'ee to ask why I du spit in the dust or for why the thing being contrary I'd ha' cast up my cap. The young Poins pulled an onion from his poke. 'If you are so main sure he have not passed the gate, he said, 'I may take my ease. He sat him down against the gate wall where the April sun fell warm through the arch of shadows.
Aforetime I gave you certain instructions as to using your sword upon this Culpepper if you might not otherwise stay him. He held up one finger. 'Now mark; your commission is ceased. You shall no longer for my service draw sword, knife or dagger, stave nor club, upon this man. Poins looked at him with gloomy surprise that was changing swiftly to hot rage.
He happened to praise the acting of a girl of fourteen, who, in her family circle, said, "Perhaps when I am old, like the lady in Ronsard, I will say 'R. L. Stevenson sang of me." His gambols "with the wild Prince and Poins" are not unrecorded. These were his Fergussonian years.
But he maintained, besides, many adventurers from the mother sept, who deserted a less warlike, though more wealthy chief to do homage to Fergus Mac-Ivor. Other individuals, too, who had not even that apology, were nevertheless received into his allegiance, which indeed was refused to none who were, like Poins, proper men of their hands, and were willing to assume the name of Mac-Ivor.
Far away, with an odd leap, waving its arms abroad and coming by fits and starts, as a hare gambols along a path a figure was tiny to see, coming from Ardres way towards Calais. It passed a load of hay on an ox-cart, and Poins could see the peasants beside it scatter, leap the dyke and fly to stand panting in the fields.
Margot Poins raised her large, fair head from her stitching after he was gone, and asked: 'Tell me truly how ye love the King's person. Often I ha' thought of it; for I could love only a man more thin. 'Child, Katharine answered, 'his Highness distilleth from his person a make of majesty; there is no other such a man in Christendom.
She gurgled 'oh's' of pleasure. 'But this Margot Poins is tirewoman to the Lady Katharine Howard. 'I am tirewoman to mine own self alone, she said. 'Therefore you love her better. 'Nay, oh nay, he said gently. 'But this Lady Katharine Howard is mistress to the King's self. 'And I have been mistress to no married man save my husbands, she answered.
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