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What more do you require? What have you to disprove these things? Why should you doubt me?" and he looked round in triumph, feeling sure that his reply was perfectly unanswerable. "He speaks the truth, Sir Thomas," said the old knight. "We owe a debt of gratitude to thee, Sir Henry." "I found this knife where De la Zouch was lying," said Stanley bluntly.
This was the summons for the combatants to appear, and amid the tumultuous greetings of the whole assembly, Manners and De la Zouch came forward from either side of the balcony, and each, well protected with armour, stood leaning upon his charger while the herald read aloud the order of the King of the Peak, by whose command the tourney was held.
De la Zouch ground his teeth in ill-suppressed rage. Matters had taken a decidedly unfavourable turn; he was being sorely worsted, and he wished himself far away. The suspicions of Sir Thomas Stanley were pressing uncomfortably near him, and he found himself in a quandary how to evade them. "I am doubted, Sir George, I see," he said angrily. "Lady Vernon is the only one who does me justice.
"Heigho! found at last;" exclaimed the baron, as he made his way through the group. "But whom have we here; tush, where is my Doll?" De la Zouch, for answer, began to play his game, and he only replied to the query with a deceitful and prolonged groan. "Where's my Dorothy?" impatiently repeated the baron, disregarding the agonised look which met his gaze.
It was the hand of De la Zouch, and he withdrew with an ejaculation of anger. "There, Mistress Dorothy," he exclaimed, "did I not say the bird was but imperfectly taught, and now see here;" and he ruefully pointed to the bleeding finger.
"I would not kill my gaoler, he is but performing his commands." "But if it were for Sir Henry De la Zouch?" "Ha! then I might, perchance." "You have much to forgive me," continued the page, "for I have done thee grievous wrong." "How? Thou art but a lad, and I have seen thee only once before?" "It was then, at the hawking party, when Sir Henry slew the pedlar. It has haunted me ever since."
The hawks shot up after them, and their bells, which could be heard tinkling even when the birds were beyond the range of vision, served in some degree to inform the hunters which direction they should take. "Well, if De la Zouch is doing better than this, why then he is welcome to it," said Sir George, as with his coat sleeve he wiped away the perspiration which was streaming down his face.
The end soon came, for, raising his stout ash pole high up in the air, De la Zouch brought it down with, tremendous force, and easily breaking through the pedlar's guard, it alighted heavily upon his head. With a groan the unlucky man staggered back and fell upon the turf. The blow had struck home, and the Derby packman was no more.
I command you to hasten or it will be too late, for when De la Zouch discovers I am gone, he will certainly remove her to another place." "We will," enthusiastically shouted Sir George, and in the twinkling of an eye he seized hold of the alarm-bell rope and in an instant awakened the tired sleepers of the neighbourhood by its clang. "And thou art his page," said Stanley.
"Villain!" he hissed, "thou shalt pay dearly for this." De la Zouch did not wait to meet the overpowering fury of his foe. He no longer marvelled at the result of the tournament. He had seen enough of Manners' prowess already to have much faith left in his own powers of defense.
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