The Rival Heirs; being the Third and Last Chronicle of Aescendune by A. D. (Augustine David) Crake
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These last words were uttered with a most evident sneer, and the
other lads laughed aloud; whereupon the English lad reddened, then his fists clenched, and a looker-on would have expected an immediate outbreak, when suddenly a change passed over his features, as if he were making a violent effort at self composure. "Thou hast dropped an arrow, thou young porker," cried Etienne, the while he struck a violent blow with his switch across the face and eyes of one of his attendants; "dost thou think there are so few of thy fellow swine to shoot, that arrows are useless in these woods! Ah! look at that sight there, and take timely warning." The sight in question was a gallows, from which rotted, pendant, the corpse of an unhappy Englishman, hanged for killing a deer. "If every oak in Aescendune woods bore such acorns, civilised folk might soon be happy." Wilfred uttered a deep malediction, which he could not suppress, and, leaving the party, disappeared from sight in the woods. One of the Norman lads looked after him with some little appearance of sympathy, and when he had gone, said: "Is it like gentlemen to torment each other thus?" "Not each other, certainly!" "He is your brother in a way, the son of your stepmother, the lady of Aescendune." |
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