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Updated: June 22, 2025
The act of flight had touched the young girl's heart with the spirit of flight. She crouched like a winded hare under the nose of the hound, and covered her face with her two hands. Margarita was no wisp in weight, but Schwartz Thier had her aloft in his arm as easily as if he had tossed up a kerchief. 'Look all, and witness! he shouted, lifting the other arm.
Keep good faith with me, and you shall have your revenge, and the shiners I promise, besides my lord's interest for a better master: but, sharp! we won't mount till we're out of sight o' the hell-scum you horde with. The Thier stood up and staggered after them through the camp.
Margarita gazed hurriedly round, and at her feet there lay the Thier with his steel-cap shining in dints, and three rivulets of blood coursing down his mottled forehead. She looked again at the youth, and a blush of recognition gave life to her cheeks. 'I did not know you. Pardon me. Farina! what thanks can reward such courage! Tell me! shall we go?
Thunderblast him! I owe him a grudge. He's beginning to forget my plan o' life. A flight of pigeons across the blue top of the street abstracted the Thier from these reflections. He gaped after them in despair, and fell to stretching and shaking himself, rattling his lungs with loud reports.
The prison-gate was in a secluded street. Few passengers went by, and those who did edged away from the ponderous, wanton-eyed figure of lazy mischief lounging there, as neatly as they well could. The Thier hailed two or three. One took to his legs, another bowed, smirked, gave him a kindly good-day, and affected to hear no more, having urgent business in prospect.
Before the monk had time to utter a reproach, they were deep together in a double-shot of query and reply. 'Whirr! cried the Thier, breaking on some communication. 'Got her, have they? and swung her across stream? I'm one with ye for my share, or call me sheep! He waved his hand to the monk, and taking hold of the horse's rein, ran off beside his mounted confederate, heavily shod as he was.
'Now, lass, said he to Margarita, 'now is the time! He took her hand, and led her to the door. Schwartz Thier closed up behind her. Not a man in the hall interposed. Werner's head moved round after them, like a dog on the watch; but he was dumb. The door opened, and Farina entered. He bore a sheaf of weapons under his arm. The familiar sight relieved Werner's senses from the charm.
One verse of the thirty-fifth psalm reads thus: "The belly-gods and flattering traine that all good things deride At me doe grin with greate disdaine and pluck thier mouths aside. Lord when wilt thou amend this geare why dost thou stay & pause? O rid my soul, my onely deare, out of these Lions clawes."
Schwartz Thier, rendered either sullen or stunned by the latest cracked crown he had received, held his jaws close as if they had been nailed. At Linz the horses were well breathed. The Goshawk, who had been snoring an instant before, examined them keenly, and shook his calculating head. 'Punch that beast of yours in the ribs, said he to Farina. 'Ah! not a yard of wind in him.
'Schwartz Thier! I've got your name now, said Guy, as they were ferrying across, 'you're stiff certain they left Cologne with the maiden yesternoon, now? 'Ah, did they! and she's at the Eck safe enow by this time. 'And away from the Eck this night she shall come, trust me! 'Or there will I die with her! cried Farina. 'Fifteen men at most, he has, you said, continued Guy.
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