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Updated: June 5, 2025
It was late in September, and it was the day of the feast at Hawes, which had drawn to that small town farmers and their wives, and most, if not all, the young men and maidens within a considerable radius. I made my way slowly up the long ascent from Muker, stumbling frequently on the loose stones and in the water-worn runnels that were scarcely visible in the dim twilight.
His mind was filled with tormenting doubts, his chance for success seemed so infinitely small, his plan so extravagantly impracticable, now that the time had come! As the music ceased and the dancers came pouring out into the cool night air, Runnels approached with his wife. "Well, are you equal to it?" he asked. Kirk nodded; he could not speak.
Then why on earth not have your own way with whisky." He stared at her and started in surprise, his jaw dropping. She looked at the streaks of dust and blood on his face, through which his tears had made blurred runnels. "I n-never thought of that before. Of course you're right I ought to have thought of it even from the point of view of a psychologist."
"If you don't mind, I I'd like to stop at the Garavels' for a minute," Kirk said, longingly, and his father scowled. "I'd forgotten this wife of yours." "She's not there," Runnels hastened to say. "I've tried to find her, but I was told she was out at the country place." "Then I think I'd rather drive out there than eat. Won't you go with me, dad?" "Well yes!
But he shook his head as the door closed behind him, really doubting that Cortlandt would prove physically equal to the coming struggle. It was about this time perhaps two weeks after Kirk had replied to his father's letter that Runnels called him in one day to ask: "Do you know a man named Clifford?" "No."
Cortlandt, her surprise was so cleverly simulated that he never dreamed that she had been at great pains to bring this thing about. Not that Runnels was indisposed to act upon his own initiative, but the circumstances that had made his action possible had been due to her. It was hard to help a man against his will; but she profited by experience, and took the line of least resistance.
He grew cold again as he mastered his surprise. "You!" he repeated. "Blind fool that I have been! You! The walker in the ways of St. Augustine in his early ways, I think. You saint in embryo, you postulant for holy orders! You shall be ordained this night with this!" And he raised his sword so that little yellow runnels of light sped down the livid blade. "I will ordain you into Hell, you hound!"
Runnels' face blanched, and he drew back. "Then of course you know?" "What?" "About Cortlandt. He's dead!" It was Kirk's turn to start and grow pale. The last cobweb was swept from his brain, and he gasped: "DEAD! When? Where? How did it happen?" "Nobody knows just how. He was found on the sea-wall near Alfarez' house, shot." "Shot! Good Lord!"
Blood ran in runnels, and the slain they lay in heaps. Fair palfreys and destriers ran masterless about the field, for the rider was dead, and had neither joy nor delight in the sun. Arthur rejoiced and made merry over so noble a triumph, which had brought the pride of Rome to the dust. He gave thanks to the King of Glory, who alone had granted him the victory.
"I mean the game isn't over. I carried the ball forty yards once for a touchdown in the last ten seconds of play, and Yale won. I had good 'interference' then, and I need it now. Somebody'll have to run ahead of me." Runnels smiled. "I guess you can count on me. What is the plan?" For the next half-hour the two talked earnestly, their heads together, their voices low.
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