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this was so sweet a lady sir and in some manner i do think she died |
like as not young master though i am an old man |
forthwith all ran to the opening of the tent to see what might be amiss but master will who peeped out first needed no more than one glance |
he gave way to the others very readily and retreated unperceived by the squire and mistress fitzooth to the rear of the tent |
before them fled the stroller and his three sons capless and terrified |
what is the tumult and rioting cried out the squire authoritatively and he blew twice on a silver whistle which hung at his belt |
nay we refused their request most politely most noble said the little stroller |
i could not see my boy injured excellence for but doing his duty as one of cumberland's sons |
it is enough said george gamewell sharply and he turned upon the crowd |
shame on you citizens cried he i blush for my fellows of nottingham |
tis fine for you to talk old man answered the lean sullen apprentice |
but i wrestled with this fellow and do know that he played unfairly in the second bout |
spoke the squire losing all patience and it was to you that i gave another purse in consolation |
come to me men here here he raised his voice still louder |
the strollers took their part in it with hearty zest now that they had some chance of beating off their foes |
robin and the little tumbler between them tried to force the squire to stand back and very valiantly did these two comport themselves |
the head and chief of the riot the nottingham apprentice with clenched fists threatened montfichet |
now be silent on your lives he began but the captured apprentice set up an instant shout |
he felt for and found the wizard's black cloth the squire was quite out of breath |
thrusting open the proper entrance of the tent robin suddenly rushed forth with his burden with a great shout |
a montfichet a montfichet gamewell to the rescue |
taking advantage of this the squire's few men redoubled their efforts and encouraged by robin's and the little stroller's cries fought their way to him |
what is your name lording asked the little stroller presently |
i like you will you are the second will that i have met and liked within two days is there a sign in that |
friends said montfichet faintly to the wrestlers bear us escort so far as the sheriff's house |
master monceux the sheriff of nottingham was mightily put about when told of the rioting |
have your will child if the boy also wills it montfichet answered feeling too ill to oppose anything very strongly just then |
he made an effort to hide his condition from them all and robin felt his fingers tighten upon his arm |
he is my esquire excellency returned robin with dignity |
mistress fitzooth had been carried off by the sheriff's daughter and her maids as soon as they had entered the house so that robin alone had the care of montfichet |
these escapades are not for old gamewell lad his day has come to twilight |
you are a worthy leech will presently whispered robin the wine has worked a marvel |
young fitzooth had been commanded to his mother's chamber so soon as he had come out from his converse with the squire |
there befell an anxious interview mistress fitzooth arguing for and against the squire's project in a breath |
most of all robin thought of his father what would he counsel |
he was in deep converse with the clerk and entered the hall holding him by the arm |
as any in england i would say said gamewell proudly that is in his day |
there was no chance to alter his sleeping room to one nearer to gamewell's chamber |
will cried he softly and stuteley who had chosen his couch across the door of his young master's chamber sprang up at once in answer |
we will go out together to the bower there is a way down to the court from my window |
the hours passed wearily by and movement could yet be heard about the hall |
will whispered robin opening his door as he spoke are you ready |
they then renewed their journey and under the better light made a safe crossing of the stable roofs |
they moved thereafter cautiously about the hut groping before and about them to find something to show that warrenton had fulfilled his mission |
they were upon the verge of an open trap in the far corner of the hut and stuteley had tripped over the edge of the reversed flap mouth of this pit |
fitzooth's hand rested at last upon the top rung of a ladder and slowly the truth came to him |
robin carefully descended the ladder and found himself soon upon firm rocky ground |
stuteley was by his side in a flash and then they both began feeling about them to ascertain the shape and character of this vault |
from the blackness behind the light they heard a voice warrenton's |
cried he waving the lanthorn before him to make sure that these were no ghosts in front of him |
nay nay lording answered warrenton with a half laugh |
warrenton spoke thus with significance to show robin that he was not to think geoffrey's claims to the estate would be passed by |
robin fitzooth saw that his doubts of warrenton had been unfair and he became ashamed of himself for harboring them |
his tones rang pleasantly on warrenton's ears and forthwith a good fellowship was heralded between them |
he implores us to be discreet as the grave in this matter for in sooth his life is in the hollow of our hands |
they regained their apartment apparently without disturbing the household of gamewell |
out in the woods stood a nice little fir tree |
but this was what the tree could not bear to hear |
in autumn the wood cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees |
i would fain know if i am destined for so glorious a career cried the tree rejoicing |
i am now tall and my branches spread like the others that were carried off last year oh |
were i in the warm room with all the splendor and magnificence |
yes then something better something still grander will surely follow or wherefore should they thus ornament me |
something better something still grander must follow but what |
rejoice in our presence said the air and the sunlight |
rejoice in thy own fresh youth |
but the tree did not rejoice at all he grew and grew and was green both winter and summer |
and towards christmas he was one of the first that was cut down |
he well knew that he should never see his dear old comrades the little bushes and flowers around him anymore perhaps not even the birds |
the departure was not at all agreeable |
the servants as well as the young ladies decorated it |
perhaps the other trees from the forest will come to look at me |
a story cried the children drawing a little fat man towards the tree |
humpy dumpy fell downstairs and yet he married the princess |
thought the fir tree and believed it all because the man who told the story was so good looking well well |
i won't tremble to morrow thought the fir tree |
and the whole night the tree stood still and in deep thought |
tis now winter out of doors thought the tree |
if it only were not so dark here and so terribly lonely |
they snuffed about the fir tree and rustled among the branches |
i am by no means old said the fir tree |
there's many a one considerably older than i am |
i know no such place said the tree |
and then he told all about his youth and the little mice had never heard the like before and they listened and said |
said the fir tree thinking over what he had himself related |
yes in reality those were happy times |
who is humpy dumpy asked the mice |
don't you know one about bacon and tallow candles can't you tell any larder stories |
then good bye said the rats and they went home |
why one morning there came a quantity of people and set to work in the loft |
but it was not the fir tree that they meant |
it was in a corner that he lay among weeds and nettles |
the golden star of tinsel was still on the top of the tree and glittered in the sunshine |
in the court yard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at christmas round the fir tree and were so glad at the sight of him |
and the gardener's boy chopped the tree into small pieces there was a whole heap lying there |
the wood flamed up splendidly under the large brewing copper and it sighed so deeply |
however that was over now the tree gone the story at an end |
it was a serious crime indeed mister watson told them and tom gates bade fair to serve a lengthy term in state's prison as a consequence of his rash act |
it was a deliberate theft from his employers to protect a girl he loved |
but they could not have proven a case against lucy if she was innocent and all their threats of arresting her were probably mere bluff |