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M. Féraud states that the separate graves were united together by open corridors formed by double or triple rows of large stones, but no traces of such a system could be found by the later visitors to the site, Messrs. MacIver and Wilkin. Fortunately we have some record of what these graves contained, for thirteen were opened by Mr. Christy and M. Féraud.
"You may if you will," replied Wilkin, "but if they return you any answer save by signs, you shall call me schelm." "Is this true?" said the Welsh envoy, looking towards the men-at- arms, as they seemed, by whom Flammock was attended; "are you really come to this pass?
This cannot be your earnest, my lord but if it is, the scheme is naught." "How and wherefore?" asked the Constable, with displeased surprise. "Another man may grasp at your bounty," continued Wilkin, "and leave you to take chance of the value you were to receive for it; but I am a downright dealer, I will not take payment for service I cannot render."
But the scene was changed by the appearance of Wilkin Flammock, on his puissant war-horse, who was beginning to ascend the pass, leading a party consisting both of foot and horse.
Sir Cook, let me have half a yard or so of broiled beef presently; bid the pantler send me a manchet, and the butler a cup of wine. At this place, which was rather the weakest point of the Garde Doloureuse, the good father found Wilkin Flammock anxiously superintending the necessary measures of defence.
"Well," said Raymond Berenger, "fight after thine own fashion, so thou wilt but fight stoutly with that long body of thine. We are like to have need for all that we can do. Saw you aught of these rascaille Welsh? have they Gwenwyn's banner amongst them?" "I saw it with the white dragon displayed," replied Wilkin; "I could not but know it, since it was broidered in my own loom."
All Sir Thomas Browne's readers owe an immense debt to Simon Wilkin; and for nothing more than for rescuing for us these golden words of this man of God. 'They were not, says Wilkin, 'intended by Browne for the perusal of his son, as so many of his private papers were, or of any one else. And hence their priceless value.
He filled, from a large hogshead in the corner of the buttery, the flagon which the Fleming had just emptied, and which was no sooner replenished than Wilkin again drained it to the bottom. "Good ware," he said, "Master Butler, strong stinging ware. The English churls will fight like devils upon it let them be furnished with mighty ale along with their beef and brown bread.
"I think not of the One-eyed robber," said Wilkin; "although the increase and audacity of such robbers as Dawfyd is no good sign of a quiet country. But thou, who livest within yonder walls, hearest but little of what passes without, and your estate is less anxious; you had known nothing of the news from me, unless in case I had found it necessary to remove to another country."
"Excellent well," answered the father, "and done as if you had practised war from the cradle, instead of weaving broad-cloth." "Nay, spare not your jibes, father," answered Wilkin. "I know full well that you English think that Flemings have nought in their brainpan but sodden beef and cabbage; yet you see there goes wisdom to weaving of webs."
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