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Updated: May 16, 2025
The porter came on to the terrace, followed by a dark youth who walked with a limp. "A boy to speak with Messire," said the porter, and left his convoy. "Name and business?" asked one of the guards. "Roy, the page from Starning, to speak with my lord." "Wait you there, Roy. I will ask for you." The guard went off whistling. Isoult fixed long looks again on the two at the end of the terrace.
He never looked behind at Starning demesne, where he had been born and bred and might have followed his father to church, nor sideways at the broad oaks, nor over to the well-tilled fields on either side his road; but rather pricked forward at a nimble pace which tuned to the running of his blood.
Go home to Starning, go where you like, and wait. If you see me again the lady will be with me." "You shall not find me ungrateful, I promise," cried Malise, going out. "Damn your gratitude," said Galors, when the door was shut. A mortified Perseus in drab cloak and slouch hat, he went to Malbank next day and verified his prognosis.
Malise, after one of his interminable chafferings with the Abbot Richard, took it on his way to the east. "My Lord Baron of Starning," said the Vice-Admiral of the port, "we have had a friend of your house here a week or more." "Eh, eh!" said Malise, feeling his pocket, "what does the rogue want with his friendship? I'm as poor as a rat. Who is he?"
Then others came to behold, more to his liking, proposing barter. She was observed of the Lord of Hartlepe, the young Lord of Brokenbridge, the Lord of Courthope Saint James; of the Baron of Starning and Parrox, also, from the East Demesne.
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