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ItwasabrightmorninginthemonthofAugust,whenaladofsomefifteenyearsofage,sittingonalowwall,watchedpartyafterpartyofarmedmenridinguptothecastleoftheEarlofEvesham.Acasualobserverglancingathiscurlinghairandbrightopenface,asalsoatthefashionofhisdress,wouldatoncehaveassignedtohimapurelySaxonorigin;butakeenereyewouldhavedetectedsignsthatNormanbloodranalsoinhisveins,forhisfigurewaslitherandlighter,hisfeaturesmorestraightlyandshapelycut,thanwascommonamongSaxons.Hisdressconsistedofatight-fittingjerkin,descendingnearlytohisknees.Thematerialwasalight-bluecloth,whileoverhisshoulderhungashortcloakofadarkerhue.HiscapwasofSaxonfashion,andheworeononesidealittleplumeofaheron.Inasomewhatcostlybelthungalightshortsword,whileacrosshiskneeslayacrossbow,initselfalmostasuresignofitsbearerbeingofotherthanSaxonblood.Theboylookedanxiouslyaspartyafterpartyrodepasttowardthecastle.Iwouldgivesomething,hesaid,toknowwhatwindblowstheseknaveshere.FromeverypettycastleintheEarl'sfeutheretainersseemhurryinghere.Ishebent,Iwonder,onsettlingonceandforallhisquarrelswiththeBaronofWortham?orcanhebeintendingtomakeaclearsweepofthewoods?Ah!herecomesmygossipHubert;hemaytellmethemeaningofthisgathering. |
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