The Forest Lovers by Maurice Hewlett
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and let vapours. This lad was quiet."
"Quiet as God," said Maulfry with a stare. "But," Galors went on, "you need not think for him, who or what he was. I shall meet him to-morrow, and if things go as they should you shall see me again very soon. You shall come to a wedding. A wedding in Tortsentier will not be amiss, dame. Moreover, it will be new. If I fail--well, then also you shall see me, and serve me other ways. Will you do this?" Maulfry frowned a little as she thought. Then she laughed. "You know very well I will do more for you than this. And how much will you do for me, Galors?" "Ask and see," said Galors. "I too may have accounts to settle." "You will find me a good bailiff, Maulfry. Punctual at the audit." Maulfry laughed again as she looked up at her armour. Galors' look followed hers. "Choose, Galors," she said; "choose, my champion. Choose, Sir Galors de Born!" Galors took a long and deliberate survey. |
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