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Updated: May 21, 2025
"That serving-wench would I had drowned her ere bringing her here might turn them, and, were she tracked, I ken not who might not be scared or tortured into giving her up!" Here Dick looked in. "Tordu is crossing the yard," he said. They both became immediately absorbed in studying the condition of Featherstone's horse, which had never wholly recovered the flight from Wakefield.
He much disliked this man, a regular mercenary of the free lance description, a fellow of French or Alsatian birth, of middle age, much strength, and on account of a great gash and sideways twist of his snub nose always known as Tordu, and strongly suspected that he had been sent as a sort of spy or check on Sir Leonard Copeland and on himself. The man replied with a growl: "Ah ha!
We have left them empty walls, get in as they can or may unless that traitor Tordu chooses to stay and make terms with them." "Master Hardcastle! Would he fly? Surely not!" asked Grisell. "Master Hardcastle, with Dutch Hannekin and some of the better sort, went off long since to join their knight's banner, and the Saints know how the poor young lad sped in all the bloody work they have had.
"You are young, Hardcastle," he said, with a smile, "or you would know that there is nothing a grumbler will not say, nor how far men's tongues lie from their hands." "Nay, but if their hands DID begin to act, how should we save the lady? There's nothing Tordu would not do. Could we get her away to some nunnery?"
"Nay, sir, but Le Tordu and Ned of the Bludgeon purpose to ride over to Shields to the wise, and they will deal with her when he has found the witch's mark." "The lady!" cried Hardcastle in horror. "You see her what she is! A holy woman if ever there was one! At mass each morning." "Ay, but the wench Thora told Ralph that 'tis prayers backward she says there.
There were outcries about provisions and wine or ale, and shouts demanding more, and when Pierce declared that he would not have the lady insulted, there was a hoarse loud laugh. He was about to order Tordu as ringleader into custody, but Ridley said to him aside, "Best not, sir; his fellows will not lay a finger on him, and if we did so, there would be a brawl, and we might come by the worst."
So Pierce could only say, with all the force he could, "Bear in mind that Sir Leonard Copeland is lord here, and all miscourtesy to his lady is an offence to himself, which will be visited with his wrath." The sneering laugh came again, and Tordu made answer, "Ay, ay, sir; she has bewitched you, and we'll soon have him and you free."
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