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He saw his faithful squire lying dead on the field, and the other two survivors of the party which had set out in such high hope from Walderne, captives like himself. Resistance was impossible. Their captors would have released them for ransom; but who was near to redeem them? So they were taken to Damascus, and, in the absence of such ransom, were exposed in the slave market.
"Why, I remember this key. It is the key of the dungeon at Walderne. Whom can he have got there? Why is it here? What did he mean about Martin?" A horrible dread seized him he could not resist the impulse which came upon him to ride to Walderne at once. He sought Earl Simon, obtained a troop, and started immediately through the dark and gloomy forest for Walderne.
"I advise thee not to look for help to so distant a quarter. Martin! I have always hated thee, both at Kenilworth and Walderne. Revenge is a morsel fit for the gods." "What hast thou to revenge?" "Didst thou not plot to oust me of mine inheritance, the night before the doting old woman died up above? It cost her her life." "For which thou must answer to God."
The fools have no means of besieging the place, and ere another sun has set, the royal banner will appear for their dispersion and our deliverance." For he had heard from a sure hand that the royal army had reached Tunbridge, en route for Lewes, and would pass by Walderne, tarrying, perchance, for the night. Hence his daring defiance of the sons of the soil.
Render him your homage, swear to be faithful, and acknowledge no other lord when I am gone and while he lives." They all rose to their feet, and with the greatest enthusiasm swore to acknowledge none but Hubert as Lord of Walderne while he lived. And he thanked them in a "maiden" speech, so gracefully just as you would expect of our Hubert.
Sir Nicholas was at last won over to believe that the youth was not so bad after all, the more so as Drogo disavowed all further designs or claims upon the inheritance of Walderne, now that the proper heir was so happily discovered. Harengod would content him, and when the clouds had blown over, he trusted that there would always be peace between Harengod and Walderne.
If you be Drogo of Walderne, surrender, and spare bloodshed: all who have never harmed us to go free." "Then are we all free. My men are from Kenilworth, and can never have harmed you in word or deed. As for Drogo, he fell by my hand this day in fair combat." "Who art thou, then?" "Hubert, son of Roger of Walderne, and I seek my brother Martin Friar Martin whom you all must know."
It was during a pleasant summer holiday that the plan of this little work was conceived: the author was taking temporary duty at Waldron in Sussex, during the absence of its vicar the Walderne of our story, formerly so called, a lovely village situated on the southern slope of that range of low hills which extends from Hastings to Uckfield, and which formed the backbone of the Andredsweald.
"Satan knows best, but thou hast owned it. "I call thee to witness, most valiant knight, and thee, O Mayor of Hamelsham, that you both hear him confitentem mum, as Father Edmund used to say at Kenilworth. "Ah, I have him on the hip. Away with them to Walderne: the deepest dungeon for the poisoner."
Hard by the river, on the eastern side of the town, and beneath the high cliffs which rise almost precipitously to the isolated group of downs, there was a terrible charge, a hand-to-hand melee. Drogo of Walderne and Harengod, his sword red with blood, his lance couched, was confronted here by a knight in sable armour, his sole cognisance the White Cross. They rode at each other.
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