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"The bleeding bird? Ah! the token, you would say"

"Yes, Messire, yes! The pelican in piety--the torn breast! The I and

F Ah! blood enough shed, blood enough Go quickly, Sir Prosper, and

testify for your naood omen and better report And have

you killed that sick wolf Galors, Messire? There, there, God will

bless you for that, and prosper you as you have prospered us!"

Galors sed the pill and went out with no more ceremony Falve

ran after him

"Eh, eh, Messire!" he spluttered Galors let him splutter till they

ithin the courtyard Then he called to a trooper

"Take thishi," cried he, "what do you there? Must I be flogged

because I have lostBut because you have ! I have not yet ed for jilting her"

And flogged he was And the flogging cost Galors his prize

Galors now bestirred himself First he sat down and wrote a letter to

the Countess, thus conceived

"To the high lady, the Lady Isabel de Forz, Countess of Hauterive,

Countess Dowager of March and Bellesraunt--Galors de

Born, Lord of Hauterive, Goltres, and West Wan, sendeth greeting in

the Lord everlasting