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and professed to be my own。 Then； merely because he thought that
there were others who were as dear to me as himself he left me；
and now he pays court to Maude Twynham； the little freckle…faced
hussy in his village。〃
〃But how has this hurt you； since he was no man of thine？〃
〃He was one of my men； was he not？ And he has made game of me to
his wench。 He has told her things about me。 He has made me
foolish in her eyes。 Yes； yes； I can read it in her saffron face
and in her watery eyes when we meet at the church door on Sundays。
She smiles … yes； smiles at me！ Nigel； go to him！ Do not slay
him； nor even wound him； but lay his face open with thy riding…
whip； and then come back to me and tell me how I can serve you。〃
Nigel's face was haggard with the strife within； for desire ran
hot in every vein； and yet reason shrank with horror。 〃By Saint
Paul！ Edith；〃 he cried； 〃I see no honor nor advancement of any
sort in this thing which you have asked me to do。 Is it for me to
strike one who is no better than a cripple？ For my manhood I
could not do such a deed； and I pray you； dear lady； that you will
set me some other task。〃
Her eyes flashed at him in contempt。 〃And you are a man…at…arms！〃
she cried； laughing in bitter scorn。 〃You are afraid of a little
man who can scarce walk。 Yes； yes； say what you will； I shall
ever believe that you have heard of his skill at fence and of his
great spirit； and that your heart has failed you！ You are right；
Nigel。 He is indeed a perilous man。 Had you done what I asked he
would have slain you； and so you have shown your wisdom。〃
Nigel flushed and winced under the words； but he said no more； for
his mind was fighting hard within him； striving to keep that high
image of woman which seemed for a moment to totter on the edge of
a fall。 Together in silence； side by side； the little man and the
stately woman； the yellow charger and the white jennet； passed up
the sandy winding track with the gorse and the bracken head…high
on either side。 Soon a path branched off through a gateway marked
with the boar…heads of the Buttesthorns； and there was the low
widespread house heavily timbered； loud with the barking of dogs。
The ruddy Knight limped forth with outstretched hand and roaring
voice
〃What how； Nigel！ Good welcome and all hail！ I had thought that
you had given over poor friends like us； now that the King had
made so much of you。 The horses； varlets； or my crutch will be
across you！ Hush； Lydiard！ Down； Pelamon！ I can scarce hear my
voice for your yelping。 Mary； a cup of wine for young Squire
Loring！〃
She stood framed in the doorway； tall； mystic； silent； with
strange； wistful face and deep soul shining in her dark；
questioning eyes。 Nigel kissed the hand that she held out； and
all his faith in woman and his reverence came back to him as he
looked at her。 Her sister had slipped behind her and her fair
elfish face smiled her forgiveness of Nigel over Mary's shoulder。
The Knight of Duplin leaned his weight upon the young man's arm
and limped his way across the great high…roofed hall to his
capacious oaken chair。 〃Come； come； the stool； Edith！〃 he cried。
〃As God is my help； that girl's mind swarms with gallants as a
granary with rats。 Well； Nigel； I hear strange tales of your
spear…running at Tilford and of the visit of the King。 How seemed
he？ And my old friend Chandos … many happy hours in the woodlands
have we had together … and Manny too； he was ever a bold and a
hard rider … what news of them all？〃
Nigel told to the old Knight all that had occurred； saying little
of his own success and much of his own failure； yet the eyes of
the dark woman burned the brighter as she sat at her tapestry and
listened。
Sir John followed the story with a running fire of oaths； prayers；
thumps with his great fist and flourishes of his crutch。 〃Well；
well； lad； you could scarce expect to hold your saddle against
Manny； and you have carried yourself well。 We are proud of you；
Nigel； for you are our own man； reared in the heather country。
But indeed I take shame that you are not more skilled in the
mystery of the woods； seeing that I have had the teaching of you；
and that no one in broad England is my master at the craft。 I
pray you to fill your cup again whilst I make use of the little
time that is left to us。〃
And straightway the old Knight began a long and weary lecture upon
the times of grace and when each beast and bird was seasonable；
with many anecdotes； illustrations； warnings and exceptions； drawn
from his own great experience。 He spoke also of the several ranks
and grades of the chase： how the hare； hart and boar must ever
take precedence over the buck； the doe； the fox； the marten and
the roe； even as a knight banneret does over a knight； while these
in turn are of a higher class to the badger； the wildcat or the
otter； who are but the common populace of the world of beasts。 Of
blood…stains also he spoke … how the skilled hunter may see at a
glance if blood be dark and frothy； which means a mortal hurt； or
thin and clear； which means that the arrow has struck a bone。
〃By such signs；〃 said he； 〃you will surely know whether to lay on
the hounds and cast down the blinks which hinder the stricken deer
in its flight。 But above all I pray you； Nigel； to have a care in
the use of the terms of the craft； lest you should make some
blunder at table； so that those who are wiser may have the laugh
of you； and we who love you may be shamed。〃
〃Nay； Sir John；〃 said Nigel。 〃I think that after your teaching I
can hold my place with the others。〃
The old Knight shook his white head doubtfully。 〃There is so much
to be learned that there is no one who can be said to know all；〃
said he。 〃For example； Nigel； it is sooth that for every
collection of beasts of the forest； and for every gathering of
birds of the air； there is their own private name so that none may
be confused with another。〃
〃I know it； fair sir。〃
〃You know it； Nigel； but you do not know each separate name； else
are you a wiser man than I had thought you。 In truth … none can
say that they know all； though I have myself picked off eighty；
and six for a wager at court； and it is said that the chief
huntsman of the Duke of Burgundy has counted over a hundred … but
it is in my mind that he may have found them as he went； for there
was none to say him nay。 Answer me now； lad； how would you say if
you saw ten badgers together in the forest？〃
〃A cete of badgers； fair sir。〃
〃Good； Nigel … good； by my faith！ And if you walk in Woolmer
Forest and see a swarm of foxes； how would you call it？〃
〃A skulk of foxes。〃
〃And if they be lions？〃
〃Nay； fair sir； I am not like to meet several lions in Woolmer
Forest。〃
〃Aye； lad； but there are other forests besides Woolmer； and other
lands besides England； and who can tell how far afield such a
knight errant as Nigel of Tilford may go； when he sees worship to
be won？ We will say that you were in the deserts of Nubia； and
that afterward at the court of the great Sultan you wished to say
that you had seen several lions； which is the first beast of the
c