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Once again Halfman's pleasant invention pleased the fancy of his allies. "Well said," assented Rufus. "Fetch a rope, some one." Brilliana, hearing, moved a little forward. She had failed and felt shamed. Yet this thing must not happen. She could not leave her enemy thus to the mercy of his enemies. But what she would have said was stayed by a sudden diversion.
When they had all gone and the hall was quiet, Thoroughgood came slowly down with a puzzled frown on his honest, weather-beaten face to where Halfman humped over his map. "Where's the good of drilling clowns and cooks?" he asked, surlily. He talked like one thoroughly weary, but his mood of weariness seemed to melt before the sunshine of Halfman's smile as he lifted his head from the map.
Rufus stepped stealthily out of the dusking garden into the lighted room, and moving noiselessly across the floor, laid his hand on Halfman's shoulder. Halfman did not look round. "Well, Sir Rufus," he asked, as calmly as if the sudden touch had been some recognized, awaited signal. "You are not to be taken by surprise, my good friend," Sir Rufus said. Halfman shrugged his shoulders.
"And, you see, my thoughts were true thoughts." Sir Rufus came closer to him, speaking in his ear. "I hope you hate all Roundheads," he said. "All damned rebels." Halfman's only answer was to whistle very softly the first few bars of a roaring Cavalier ballad. The grasp on Halfman's shoulder tightened. "There is one damned Roundhead here who vexes me," Sir Rufus said, fiercely.
The thing had not happened to him very often; it happened very flagrantly now. In less than five minutes Evander had placed the muffled button of his blade three times on Halfman's person once upon either breast, and the third time fair on the forehead, just between the eyes.
But the owl-public would have none of me, and, owllike, hooted me off the boards. But I've had my revenge of them. I've played a devil's part on the devil's stage for thirty red years. Nune Plaudite." The Latin tag dropped dead at the porches of John Thoroughgood's ears, but those ears pricked at part of Halfman's declamation.
Why the devil will Sir Randolph not be released?" Evander rose from his seat and rested his hand for a moment lightly on Halfman's arm, while he said, impressively: "Say nothing of this to your lady, for Sir Randolph is her kinsman, and I think she holds him dear. Let ill news come late. But if Colonel Cromwell has taken a spy prisoner, that spy will very surely die." Halfman stiffened himself.
By-and-by the ogre and his wife returned and found their daughter lying without her head, and they began to cry and sob, saying, 'This is Halfman's work, why did we listen to him? But Halfman was far away.
But I think I know something of these trinkets, and with your leave will examine them." He passed by Halfman as he spoke and entered the room, where he immediately busied himself in the examination of some of the weapons displayed there, and apparently ignoring Halfman's existence. Halfman watched him with a scowl for a moment and then followed him into the room.
Yet, as they say, seeing is believing, and if you are in the vein for a gentle and joyous passage with buttoned arms, I that am here to entertain your honor would not for the world's width gainsay you." Evander eyed him quietly. "Are you ready at fence?" he inquired. "I shall be pleased to take a lesson from you." Halfman's heart warmed at his words.
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