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"Nay, an she be true--O Roger, an she be true indeed, how think you of the treachery, of--"

"I think here itchcraft, ic black and damned As thou wert true to her, so was she true to thee, as true as--aye, as true as I am, and true am I, Saint Cuthbert knoweth that, who hath heard my prayers full oft of late, er--O, God bless thee!" So crying, of a sudden Beltane caught Black Roger's sun-burned hand and kissed it, and thereafter turned hi thus, Beltane wept, very bitterly yet very silent, until, like a grieving child he had wept hietfulness and sleep So slept he, clasped within Roger's ht hand--the hand that had felt Beltane's sudden kiss--and needs must he vieith eyes of wonder, as if it had been indeed soil beside the fire