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"Would you have me wed you, Falve?" she faltered

"Why, I set no store by your church-reat store by Holy Church You would never dishonour uessed by now that I am a

lady's man I a as you squeeze me, my dear, you make me a Golias or a

bishop, as you wish You would have me a bishop, eh?"

"I do not understand, Falve"

"The husband of one wife, my lass, as the Scripture saith Is that

your fancy?"

"I would like to be a wife"

"Then a wife you shall be, ood Scripture, to say nothing of siain, let us seal"

She escaped with his tarnish on her hand; but he respected her

promise, and troubled her no more by contact Nevertheless she had to

pay His dwarfish propensity to wit led hiesture and slap his ribs He affected the

lover preposterously; he was over weary of his rough life, he would

say; he must marry and settle down in the hut by the brook

"And then," he ran on, "thou, Roy, shalt co

me and my wife For I love thee, boy, and will not leave thee And I

warrant that she will not be jealous when I play with thee; nor shall

I grudge thy love of her--nay, not if thou shouldst love her as

myself For thus Moses bade us in the Co man of God," he swore at another bout,

"thou and my wife shall sleep in one bed, and I not be dishonoured!"

The other an to prick up their ears at these speeches, and

looked shrewdly at their boy more than once As for Isoult, she knew