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The Lances Of Lynwood by Charlotte Mary Yonge
Book, page 111 / 163


vault himself, closed the door, locked it, and announced to the
Seneschal his intention of relieving him for the future from the
care of the keys. Still watching him closely, he ascended to the
hall, and gave the signal for the supper, which shortly made its
appearance.

Thibault Sanchez, who laid claim to some share of gentle blood, was
permitted to enjoy the place of honour together with Sir Eustace and
d'Aubricour--the rather that it gave them a better opportunity of
keeping their eye upon him.

There was an evident attempt, on the part of the garrison, to engage
their new comrades in a carouse in honour of their arrival, but this
was brought to an abrupt conclusion by Sir Eustace, who, in a tone
which admitted no reply, ordered the wine flasks to the buttery, and
the men, some to their posts and others to their beds. Ingram walked
off, muttering his discontent; and great was the ill-will excited
amongst, not only the original garrison, but the new-comers from
Bordeaux, who, from their lairs of straw, lamented the day when
they took service with so severe and rigid a Knight, and compared
his discipline with that of his brother, Sir Reginald, who, strict
as he might be, never grudged a poor man-at-arms a little merriment.
"But as to this Knight, one might as well serve a Cistercian monk!"

As to Le Borgne Basque, he betook himself to the buttery; and there,
in an undertone of great terror, began to mutter to his friend and
ally, Tristan de la Fleche, "It is all over with us! He is a wizard!
Sir Leonard Ashton was right--oaf as he was; I never believed him
before; but what, save enchantment, could have enabled him to
recognize me under this disguise, or how could he have gone straight
to yonder door?"

"Think you not that he had some warning?" asked Tristan.

"Impossible, save from Clarenham, or from Ashton himself; and, dolt
as he is, I trow he has sense enough to keep his own counsel. He
has not forgotten the day when he saw this dainty young sprig rise
up in his golden spurs before his eyes. I know how it is! It is
with him as it was with the Lord of Corasse!"


 
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