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"And what of their wounded?"

"I saw none, master--nor have I seen Pertolepe I have viewed all the slain, but Pertolepe is not there, yet have I smitten and slain three Pertolepes this day--hawks, see you, in eagle's feathers! So is rieve still for Pertolepe's head"

"Sit ye down, Walkyn, here withhi with the haft of his axe and scowling at the fire again

"This was, methinks, thy father's tower and demesne of Brand, Walkyn?"

"Aye, lord, here was I born--yon ruined walls did hear roans--the screams of my mother and sister amid the flaer and young Gilles of Brandonhts; but these six we slew long since, my brother and I All these were here that day--and Sir Pertolepe--laughed--full loud, 'twas told me So 'twere just he should have died here to-day, methinks? 'Twas for this I lured him hither--and he liveth yet!"

"But God is a just God, Walkyn! Now therefore leave him to God henceforth--!"

"To God!" cried Walkyn, his eyes wild, his hands tight-clenched, "to God!--ha! master, ye left hier at his rogue's throat--I, yearning to slay him, did but mark him i' the brow--aye, forsooth, we left hieth as was ever his wont--"

"God's tiht by Sir Pertolepe, Sir Pertolepe needs eance of God--lest the fire of thy vengeance consu, and few eance fettered and eance then, and be free, good comrade"

"Nay master, an I so do, what is left me?"

"The love of thy fellows, Walkyn Thou art, forsooth, a man, so do I love thee, and perchance within a new Pentavalon thou ain thy father's lands--"

"To what end, lord? As ye do know, rave, done to cruel death by dogs of Pertolepe: my brother rotted in a noose--set there by Pertolepe So a only seek I of life, master"

"And that, Walkyn?"

"The head of Bloody Pertolepe!" So saying, Walkyn rose, and stood scowling down at the fire again, whose glow shone ohty axe that lay on the grass at his feet