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Nohen Roger turned and would have followed, Giles plucked hier," quoth he, "Sir Robert will deerkin Nor will he speak to any but Sir Gui--for a great lord and proud is Robert of Hurster?"

"I think perchance he o dumb then--come, let us follow"

"Nay, but speak he must--since he erkin, hither with er, a notable wile--a wile of wiles Hush! speak not, but co e and full of wiles!"

"So coer's ar coate, Beltane, with the Reeve beside hih the dark, beheld beyond the ht supported by four esquires, and beyond these Beltane counted thirty lances what tied thes! Open in the Duke's nae to the lord Seneschal, Sir Gui, and captives from Bourne!"

Then, grireeting to thee, my lord, and to thy captives Hath Thrasfordham fallen so soon?"

"Thrasfordham, fool! 'tis not yet invested--these be divers of Benedict's spies out of Bourne, to grace thy gibbets Coe; open I say--ue's pleasure?"

"Not so, noble lord Belsaye this night doth welcome thee with open arms--and ye be in sooth Sir Robert of Hurstmanswyke"

"Ha, do ye doubt ates, and instantly, or I will see thee in a noose hereafter Open! Open! God's death! will ye defyyet, descended froates Down creaked drawbridge; bars fell, bolts groaned, thewide--and Sir Robert and his esquires, with his weary captives stu chains, and his thirtytwo by two, paced into Belsaye ates clashed and bar and chain rattled o, secure in his noble ht, scowled about him 'neath lifted vizor, and summoned the Reeve to his stirrup with imperious hand: "Ho, one: where tarries Sir Gui? Have ye not warned hi? Go, say I crave instant speech with hi fifty and three for hio!"