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"But who," cried Prosper, "in the name of the true Lord, is your lord

of Hauterive? And how dare he take upon himself the style and fee of

the Countess of Hauterive, Bellesme, and March? I have no reason to

love that lady, but I thought all Morgraunt was hers"

"Morgraunt is hers, and Hauterive, and all the country from March unto

Wanmouth," said the countryman "But this lord is an outlaas

once a monk down at Malbank in the south; and hath renounced his flock

and gathered together a crew as unholy as hioes

that he did it all for the sake of a girl who scorned hith, has harried Waisford, and

threatens Wane in the lady,

besiege High March itself, wed the Countess, and have the girl (when

he finds her) as his concubine So he will be lord of all, and God of

no account so far as I can see And the nahty scamp,

Messire-"

"Is Galors de Born," put in Prosper

The countryot up and faced him

"Are you a fellow of his?" he asked "For, look you, though I "