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The story returns to Prosper le Gai and his broken head The blow had

been sharp, but Peering Pool was sharper It brought hiive hi Lucky for hi, rolling at rando none the better By the little light there was he could

make out the line of the dark hull of Goltres, by the little wit he

had he re or

thereabouts He turned his face to the wall and, half clinging, half

swi it till he reached port The last ebb of his

strength sufficed to drag hiain

When he stirred he was stiff, and near blind with fever A cold light

silvered the pool; it was not yet dawn His plight was pitiable He

ached and shivered and burned, he drowsed and muttered, dreamed

horribly, sweated and was cold, shuddered and was hot One of his arms

he could not lift at all; at one of his sides, there was a great stiff

cake of cloth and blood and water He beca,

shouted, raved, swore, prayed

"Tomaid!

Yes, madam, the Lady Isoult, and my wife Love her! O God, I love her