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Book, page 121 / 163 it might be best of all. Dost understand my orders, John?" "Ay, Sir," said Ingram, shaking his great head, while the tears still flowed down his cheeks; "but to see you in this case!" "Think not of that, kind John," said Eustace; "death must come sooner or later, and a sword-cut is the end for a Knight." "You will not, shall not die, Sir Eustace!" cried Gaston. "Your wounds--" "I know not, Gaston; but the point is now, not of saving my life, but the Castle. Speed, speed, Ingram! Tell the Prince, if this Castle be taken, it opens the way to Bordeaux itself. Tell him how many brave men it contains, and say to him that I pray him not to deem that Eustace Lynwood hath disgraced his knighthood. Tell Arthur, too, to bear me sometimes in mind, and never forget the line he comes of. Fare thee well, good John!" "Let me but hear that I have your forgiveness, Sir Knight." "You have it, as freely as I hope for mercy. One thing more: should you see Leonard Ashton, let him know that I bear him no ill-will, and pray him not to leave the fair fame of his old comrade foully stained. Farewell: here is my hand--do not take it as scorn that it is my left --my right I cannot move--" The yeoman still stood in a sort of trance, gazing at him, as if unable to tear himself away. "See him off, Gaston," said the Knight; "then have the walls properly manned--all is in your hands." Gaston obeyed, hurrying him to the gate, and giving him more hope of Sir Eustace's recovery than he felt; for he knew that nothing but the prospect of saving him was likely to inspire the yeoman with either speed or pertinacity enough to be of use. He fondly patted Brigliador, who turned his neck in amaze at finding it was not his master who mounted him, and having watched them for a moment, he turned to look round the court, which was empty, save
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