Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 5, 2025
Trenchon rapped soundly on the oaken door with his heavy stick, and the blows re-echoed through the silent house. The girl shrank timidly behind him, and would have fled, but that he held her firmly by the wrist. "Nay, nay," he said: "believe me there is naught to fear. I will see that thou art not ill-used."
Trenchon flung his stick into the corner. "Oh! oh!" cried the girl, clasping her hands. "You must not fight." But she appealed to her husband and not to her father, which caused a glow of satisfaction to rise from the heart of the young man. "Get thee out of this house," cried her father, fiercely, turning upon her. "Talk not thus to my wife," said Trenchon, advancing upon him.
The girl hesitated, and then spoke as if to excuse him, but again Trenchon demanded his name. "He is the blacksmith of the village, and Cameron is his name." "I remember him," said Trenchon. "Is thy mother, then, dead?" "Yes," answered the girl, weeping afresh. "She has been dead these five years." "I knew her when I was a boy," said Trenchon.
Well, have your way, and let me have my rest. In the name of the law of Scotland I pronounce ye man and wife. There, that will bind two fools together as strongly as if the Archbishop spoke the words. Place thou the money on the steps. I warrant none will venture to touch it when it belongs to me." And with that he closed the window. "Is he raving mad or drunk?" cried Trenchon.
Trenchon peered at her through the darkness, but whether she was old or young he could not tell. Her voice seemed to indicate that she was young. "Why, lass," said Trenchon, kindly, "what dost thou here at such an hour and in such a night?"
"Out of the way," cried Trenchon, roughly placing his hand on the other's breast with apparent lightness, but with a push that sent him staggering into the room. The young man pulled the girl in after him and closed the door. "Thou knowest the way," he whispered. "Strike thou a light."
The trembling girl lit a candle, and as it shone upon her face Trenchon gave a deep sigh of happiness and relief. No girl in the village could be more fair. The blacksmith stood, his fingers clenched with rage; but he looked with hesitation and respect upon the burly form of the prizefighter. Yet the old man did not flinch. "Throw aside thy stick," he cried, "or wait until I can get me another."
But thou art dripping, and I stand chattering here. Once more I will arouse my father-in-law." So saying, he stoutly rapped again with his stick upon the door. Once more the window was pushed up, and again the angry head appeared. "Get you gone!" cried the maddened blacksmith, but before he could say anything further Trenchon cried out: "It is thy daughter here who waits.
Instantly the Bruiser released him. "Get thee to bed," he said, and the old man slunk away. "Wife," said Abel Trenchon, opening his arms, "I have come all the way from London for thee. I knew not then what drew me north, but now I know that One wiser than me led my steps hither.
"Married!" cried Trenchon. "We two married!" He looked with interest at the girl, but in the darkness could see nothing of her. The unheeded rain pelted on them both. "Hast thou" he hesitated "hast thou some other lover, since you weep?" The girl shook her head. "No one," she said, "comes near us. They fear my father." "Then, if this be true, why dost thou weep?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking