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Page 34
'"T�! T�!" said De Aquila. "Thy treason was all confessed long ago by
Gilbert. It would be enough to hang Montgomery himself."
'"Nay; but spare my men," said Fulke; and we heard him splash like a
fish in a pond, for the tide was rising.
'"All in good time," said De Aquila. "The night is young; the wine is
old; and we need only the merry tale. Begin the story of thy life since
when thou wast a lad at Tours. Tell it nimbly!"
'"Ye shame me to my soul," said Fulke.
'"Then I have done what neither King nor Duke could do," said De Aquila.
"But begin, and forget nothing."
'"Send thy man away," said Fulke.
'"That much can I do," said De Aquila. "But, remember, I am like the
Danes' King; I cannot turn the tide."
'"How long will it rise?" said Fulke, and splashed anew.
'"For three hours," said De Aquila. "Time to tell all thy good deeds.
Begin, and Gilbert,--I have heard thou art somewhat careless--do not
twist his words from his true meaning."
'So--fear of death in the dark being upon him--Fulke began, and Gilbert,
not knowing what his fate might be, wrote it word by word. I have heard
many tales, but never heard I aught to match the tale of Fulke his black
life, as Fulke told it hollowly, hanging in the shaft.'
'Was it bad?' said Dan, awestruck.
'Beyond belief,' Sir Richard answered. 'None the less, there was that in
it which forced even Gilbert to laugh. We three laughed till we ached.
At one place his teeth so chattered that we could not well hear, and we
reached him down a cup of wine. Then he warmed to it, and smoothly set
out all his shifts, malices, and treacheries, his extreme boldnesses (he
was desperate bold); his retreats, shufflings, and counterfeitings (he
was also inconceivably a coward); his lack of gear and honour; his
despair at their loss; his remedies, and well-coloured contrivances.
Yes, he waved the filthy rags of his life before us, as though they had
been some proud banner. When he ceased, we saw by torches that the tide
stood at the corners of his mouth, and he breathed strongly through his
nose.
'We had him out, and rubbed him; we wrapped him in a cloak, and gave him
wine, and we leaned and looked upon him, the while he drank. He was
shivering, but shameless.
'Of a sudden we heard Jehan at the stairway wake, but a boy pushed past
him, and stood before us, the hall rushes in his hair, all slubbered
with sleep. "My father! My father! I dreamed of treachery," he cried,
and babbled thickly.
'"There is no treachery here," said Fulke. "Go!" and the boy turned,
even then not fully awake, and Jehan led him by the hand to the Great
Hall.
'"Thy only son!" said De Aquila. "Why didst thou bring the child here?"
'"He is my heir. I dared not trust him to my brother," said Fulke, and
now he was ashamed. De Aquila said nothing, but sat weighing a wine cup
in his two hands--thus. Anon, Fulke touched him on the knee.
'"Let the boy escape to Normandy," said he, "and do with me at thy
pleasure. Yea, hang me tomorrow, with my letter to Robert round my neck,
but let the boy go."
'"Be still," said De Aquila. "I think for England."
'So we waited what our Lord of Pevensey should devise; and the sweat ran
down Fulke's forehead.
'At last said De Aquila: "I am too old to judge, or to trust any man. I
do not covet thy lands, as thou hast coveted mine; and whether thou art
any better or any worse than any other black Angevin thief, it is for
thy King to find out. Therefore, go back to thy King, Fulke."
'"And thou wilt say nothing of what has passed?" said Fulke.
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