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"No, but he might have learned that poor Madge was a penitent, and then " said Martin. "Well, our work is done, and as the country is not over safe so near the lion's den " "And we have come unattended, the sooner we retire the better." "Too late!" said a stern voice: and Drogo stood before them. "My Lord of Walderne, this is ill pleasantry," said Ralph. "'Pleasantry, you call it, well.
She embraced him, while the tears streamed down her cheeks. "Oh, my Martin: Hubert is no more: and thou shouldst have been Lord of Walderne." "I seek a better inheritance, and I have not lost my hope of Hubert's return." "I shall never see him, and I cannot trust Drogo, although he be the nephew of my late dear lord. I fear he will make a bad Lord of Walderne."
I would fain make his further acquaintance." "Come back with us to Walderne, then. The lad would soon die of the gloom of a monastery." "I spent four years in one, and the earl found me alive at the end," said Hubert. "Nay, my brother, I may not leave the priory now." "But how long wilt thou keep the boy?" "Only till tomorrow." "Well, I may tarry till tomorrow, but not at the monastery.
The impression he produced on the followers of his forefathers was profound, but he traversed every corner of the forest, and not an outlying hamlet or village church escaped his ministrations, so that shortly his fame was spread through all the country side. We must now pay a brief visit to Walderne.
It lies in the dell beneath Walderne Church, and may be traced by those who do not fear being scratched by brambles. There is no pathway to it. Sic transit. Not long after the death of Sir Nicholas, a palmer arrived at the castle who had more to tell than usual, but not of a reassuring character he had been at Saint Jean d'Acre.
Here the voice of the Lady Sybil was heard, and there was instant silence. "How long ago was it that he had left Acre?" "It might be six months." "Had he heard of a young English knight, for whom all their hearts were very sore: Sir Hubert of Walderne?"
There was a long conference. He departed, concealing a small phial in his pouch. She dug a hole in the earth, after he was gone, and buried something he had left behind. The reader must imagine the rest. It was again the Sunday morn, and Martin preached for the last time before Lady Sybil at Walderne Castle, and spent the day there.
But the uncle was really afraid to let the youths come together, lest there should be a quarrel, perhaps not confined to words. He had spoken his mind decidedly to Drogo about the question of inheritance. Hubert should, if he survived the pilgrimage, be Lord of Walderne, as was just, Drogo of Harengod: if either died without issue, the other should have both domains.
When sunset drew nigh many of the garrison of Walderne betook themselves to the elevation on which the church is placed, whence they could see the Castle of Lewes through an opening, and watched, fearing to see the bale fire blaze, which should bid them all flee for their lives, unless they were prepared to defend the castle, to be a refuge in case their lord might survive and come to find shelter amongst them.
They sent two messengers out at dawn of day, and one returned at eventide, breathless and sore from long running. He had been on that group of downs which lies eastward of Lewes, of which Mount Caburn is the highest point, and from which Walderne Castle was visible. There they had raised a beacon fire, and he had left his comrade to fire it in case the king lost the battle.
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