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Walking the rounds at Hauterive the night of his co out at Prosper from a black entry and stabbed at him between

the shoulders "For the ravisher of Isoult!" was all the e that

did not miscarry, for Galors' mail of proof stopped the rest Prosper

whipt round in an instant, but the assassin had h the break-neck lanes of the steep

little town, then blood told Prosper ran his man to earth in a

churchyard He proved to be a red-haired country lout, whose bandy

legs had been against him in this work He asked for no quarter,

seee

"Friend," said Prosper, "you struck me from behind You must have

wished to make very sure Why?"

Said Falve, "Thou ravisher, Galors"

"I cannot be called Galors to o to the devil

Keep my secret, countryman; I am in Galors' shell, but I will be

Galors no more"

Falve dropped on his knees "Oh, h of lords," said Prosper "Sorant you Your words touched ood as to make

yourself plain Who is Isoult?"

"Isoult la Desirous,his teeth