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I think we can hold them at bay till we are more equally matched." The child's eyes dilated with horror. She caught Wendot by the hand. "Give me up," she said firmly. "I will not have you killed for me. I would rather go with them. Give me up, I say!"
I have known it for long. But even because I know it so well I may not even dream of her. It is not with me as of old, when her father spoke to me of troth plight. I am a beggar, an outcast, a prisoner. She is rich, honoured, courted. She is the brightest star of the court " "And she loveth thee, Wendot," interposed Alphonso firmly.
There is no governess here, and we can do as we like. I want to know everything you do, and go everywhere with you." Wendot promised to show the little lady everything she wanted, and led her in to breakfast, which was a very important meal in those days.
It was but one word, but the volume of reproach compressed into it brought Wendot to a sudden stop. They looked into each other's eyes a moment, and then Griffeth said, with his sweet, meaning smile: "We have never been separated yet, my Wendot; in sorrow and joy we have ever been together. It is too late to change all that now. I will be by thy side to the end.
"I will remember," she answered resolutely; and so the change of identity was accomplished, with the result that the old chroniclers aver that Wendot, eldest son of Res Vychan, died in the king's prison in England, whilst all that is known of the fate of Griffeth is that he was with his brother in captivity in England in the year 1283, after which his name completely disappears, and no more is known of him, good or bad.
She seemed to be pouring some tale into the ears of her listeners, and Wendot was certain, from the quick, sudden movements of his father, who was supporting him as he lay, that the story heard was exciting in him feelings of indignation and amazement, although the boy's brain was too much confused to tell him the reason for this displeasure.
It was a charming secret for them to cherish between them; and now that Wendot was once more beneath the castle roof, the impulsive Joanna would launch out into extravagant pictures of future happiness and prosperity.
So the youth held his peace, and only bent his head in submission; and Edward, after a moment's pause, added more kindly: "And how fares it with your brother, Wendot? I hear that his state is something precarious. I hope he has the best tendance the castle can afford, for I would not that any member of my son's household should suffer from lack of care."
"Thou hast grown old and worn of late, too saddened, too grave for thy years. Thou must grow young again, and be the bright-faced youth to whom I gave my heart. Thy youth is not left so far behind but what thou canst recall it ere it be too late." "In sooth I shall grow young again here, sweetheart," quoth Wendot, or Vychan, as we must call him now.
Methinks death would be the better thing than such a loveless life." "And why should thy life be loveless, Wendot?" asked Alphonso, with kindling eyes and a brightening smile. "Dost not thou know? does not thine own heart tell thee that one faithful heart beats for thee and thee alone? Have I not seen thee with her times and again?
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