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Brilliana feared at one moment that he would strike her prisoner in the face; feared in the next that he would fall at her feet dead of an apoplexy. She sailed between the antagonists and addressed Evander. "Serious sir, will it dash you to learn that you are speaking to Sir Blaise Mickleton?" Evander's countenance showed no sign either of surprise or of dismay.
But if Evander trod the air, there was another who pressed the earth with leaden feet and carried a heart of lead. Halfman read Evander's happiness with hostile eyes; he read, too, very clearly, Brilliana's content in Evander's company, and he raged at it.
As he stood for a moment amazed at what he saw, Brilliana, turning, recognized Sir Rufus Quaryll. She disengaged her hand from Evander's and moved a little towards him. Evander instinctively felt for his sword. Sir Rufus's face was a great blaze of red. "In the devil's name, what does this mean?" he shouted. Brilliana drew herself up. "You forget yourself," she said, haughtily.
"Nonsense, man; what are you thinking of? You will be riding hence in three days' time, when Sir Randolph is released." Evander shook his head. "Sir Randolph will not be released," he said. The quiet positiveness in his tone staggered Halfman. Stooping, with his hands resting on his knees, his unquiet eyes stared into Evander's quiet eyes. "Sir Randolph will not be released!
"Pray you, withdraw your prisoner a little." Halfman rose, bearing Evander's sword, and went to Evander. "Will you come this way?" he bade his captive, courteously enough. If Brilliana chose to trust a Roundhead's word, her will was Halfman's law. Evander again saluted Brilliana and followed Halfman to the farther part of the hall.
He was a thought dashed by Evander's discovery of the blemish in the stone, and he carried off his discomfiture by bravado. "Nay, nay," he answered; "there is my stake. Set what you please against it, were it no more than a silver groat. I do not ask to be paid well for my lesson." Evander said nothing, but drew his purse from his pocket and laid it on the table.
Here Evander's science wearied him, and he fairly dragged his captive away, declaring that there was yet much to see more honorable than herbs or brambles. Evander obeyed very contentedly, but they had not moved many paces when Luke came hobbling after, and, catching Halfman, drew him by the arm apart. "Is yonder truly a damnable Roundhead?" he questioned. Halfman nodded his head.
Halfman assisted Sir Blaise to extricate himself from his beribboned doublet, and the two men faced each other in their shirts, Evander's linen fine and plain, like all about him, Sir Blaise's linen fine and ostentatious, like all about him, and reeking of ambergris.
"It is strange," he said, almost to himself, "that a Cavalier world is content without women players." Brilliana lifted her face from the book, and there was a look of astonishment and even of pain upon it. "Oh, that is quite another matter," she said, quickly. "That could never come to pass." Evander's Puritanism, recalled to recollection of itself, felt compelled to assent.
The whole battle-lines gather up, all Latium and all Dardania, Mnestheus and valiant Serestus, with Messapus, tamer of horses, and brave Asilas, the Tuscan battalion and Evander's Arcadian squadrons; man by man they struggle with all their might; no rest nor pause in the vast strain of conflict.
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