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Updated: June 6, 2025
Messire Prosper le Gai with his dozen men had scoured the forest country from March on the east to Wanmeeting on the west, and from March-Gilbert among the hills of the north to Gracedieu in Mid- Morgraunt, without any sign of the Egyptian.
But there is no pietist like your reformed rake; so Falve left the huckster's shop vowing vengeance. The day was July 18, and all the town astir, for Galors de Born and his riders were just in from a raid. On July 14 Prosper left Wanmeeting at a gallop, in the driving rain.
In three days' time the Countess will send her Viceroy to claim the keys. Gentlemen, I bid you good morning." Conradin de Lamport was the name of the man who had accompanied him into Wanmeeting. Prosper knew he was to be trusted. Then with conscience cleared he mounted his horse and left Hauterive.
If he found them he should find her. That was why, without having any desire to befriend the Countess, who had in his judgment made a fool of herself first and an enemy of him afterwards, he undertook the defences of Wanmeeting. For it came to that.
But at Wanmeeting there had been news of a golden knight, who, unattended, rode into the market-place at sunset asking the whereabouts of Galors de Born and his force. Having learned that they had taken the Goltres road the knight had posted off at a gallop, hot foot.
"I can tell you no more," said the fellow, "than that his tower is in Hauterive. He hath guards along the river and a post at Waisford. We shall have trouble to cross the water. He is said to be for Wanmeeting; but I know he has High March in his eye, because the girl he wants is believed to be there. He has been here also, as you see, God damn him."
Saint James!" shouted the men, with their caps pike-high. The Bailiff glowed in his skin. He drew his sword. "Forward!" He gave the word. The entire ardent garrison marched out of the town, and Wanmeeting was left with its women and elders, anybody's capture.
Sometimes they spoke of Hauterive town and a castle there, sometimes of Wanmeeting and a high bailiff; but Goltres seemed most in Galors' mind. Finally they took the road to Wanmeeting. Isoult waited till the sound of the horses died in the swishing of trees, and then sped forward on her feet towards her lord. She knew she was near by, and would not risk time or discovery by catching her pony.
"As Saint Crispin to Wanmeeting?" "As the name of James, Messire. For it is my own poor name." "Ah," said Prosper, "I begin to see." "Then," said the Bailiff, pursuing his reasons, "a battle-cry should be short, of one syllable " "Like Saint Dennis?" Prosper asked. "Like Saint George, Messire." "Or Saint Andrew?" said Prosper sweetly. "Or " Or Montjoy, or Bide the Time, eh, Bailiff?"
The town stands high on the hither shoulder of that ridge which ends at Wanmeeting, but by reason of the dense growth of timber in that walk of the forest you do not get a view of it from below until you are actually under the walls.
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