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"'I said four livres to you, monseigneur, but the honest market price I could not set at less than five and a half. "'Six times five and a half makes thirty-three. Very good, then, Master Tibbald: if you will pay the Council that sum, its secretary shall make you out a note of quittance. "'But, my lord, stammered poor Tibbald; 'my lord, I do not understand!
Is our native wine so sour as all that? He drained his own cup, which held a very different liquor. "'Oh, monseigneur, began Tibbald, 'you will pardon my saying it, but such stuff ill becomes the palate of one of your lordship's quality.
But Tibbald had an argument even here, for he said that men nowadays never grew so strong as they used to do when they brought their own wheat to be ground at the mill, and when they made their bread and baked it at home.
The French burrs which Tibbald preferred come over in fragments, and these are carefully fitted together and stuck with plaster of Paris. Such work required great nicety: the old millwright was, in fact, a kind of artist in his handicraft.
So she will miss her offering; her people will bleed in their purses; and I, being quits with both, will leave Ambialet the way I came. "'You call that being quits, Master Tibbald? said the Viscount, musing. 'Truly, you are not vindictive! "'A merchant, my lord, has a merchant's way of looking at such affairs, answered Tibbald.
"This Tibbald, then, having drawn the King aside, began cautiously and anfractuously and per ambages to unfold his plan. The same he had smuggled into Ambialet after dusk, covering his mules' panniers with cloths and skins of Damas and Alexandria, and it now lay stored in the stables at the back of his inn.
'I am an enemy to waste, Master Tibbald, and against such destroyers of God's good gifts my justice does not sleep.
There I will see your business expedited, the money paid, and receipt made out. "Tibbald thanked the Viscount and repaired to his room, whence, an hour or two later, the chamberlain summoned him with news that my lord was ready and desired his company.
The chateau lies some two miles hence by water. This, you see, was no more than the truth, albeit the chateau stood close at the back of him while he spoke, on the rock just overhead, but Tibbald could not see it for the darkness.
A millstone had been 'thrown off' on some full sacks like cushions and Tibbald, the miller, was dexterously pecking the grooves afresh. The millpeck is a little tool like a double adze, or perhaps rather like two chisels set in the head of a mallet. Though age was stealing upon him, Tibbald's eye and hand were still true, and his rude sculpture was executed with curious precision.
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