The Tavern Knight by Rafael Sabatini
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praised his daring, and for his valour had dubbed him knight
upon a field of stricken battle; yet the honour of it had not brought him the elation those words - expressive of her utter faith in him and his prowess - begat in his heart. Upon the instant the delay ceased to fret him. "Madam," he laughed, "since you put it so, I care not who comes. The Lord Protector himself shall not drag you from me." It was the nearest he had gone to a passionate speech since they had left Sheringham, and it pleased her; yet in uttering it he had stood a full two yards away, and in that she had taken no pleasure. Bidding her remain and get what rest she might, he left her, and she, following his straight, lank figure - so eloquent of strength - and the familiar poise of his left hand upon the pummel of his sword, felt proud indeed that he belonged to her, and secure in his protection. She sat herself at the window when he was gone, and whilst she awaited his return, she hummed a gay measure softly to herself. Her eyes were bright, and there was a flush upon her cheeks. Not even in the wet, greasy street could she find any unsightliness that afternoon. But as she waited, and the minutes grew to hours, that flush faded, and the sparkle died gradually from her eyes. The measure that she had hummed was silenced, and her shapely mouth took on a pout of impatience, which anon grew into a tighter mould, as he continued absent. A frown drew her brows together, and Mistress Cynthia's |
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