The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-03-31


you back. Goodwin. and listen.
The tale is yours. my cousins, and
not mine" said Rosamund. You babe
me take the water. and into ii l spur
red the gray horse, and we sank deep.
so that the waves closed above my
head. Then up we came. l floating
from the saddle, but l regained it, and
the horse answered to my voice and
bride and SWAN out for the farther
shore. On it swan somewhat slant
wise with the tide, so that by turning
my head l could see all that passed
upon the mole. l saw them come at
you and men fall before your swords.
l saw you charge them and run back
again. Lastly, after what seemed a
very long while, when | was far away,
l saw Wulf lift Goodwin into the saddle
Il knew it must be Goodwin, because
he set him on the black horse-and the
pair of YOU galloped down the quay
and vanished
by then | was near the home shore,
and the gray grew very weary and
sank deep in the water. But L cheered
it on with my voice, and, although
Twice us IeEu went beucGtU TIE waves,
in the end it found IA footing, though
soft one. After resting awhile 1t
plunged forward with short rushes
through the mud and so at length came
safe TO land, where 1t stood shaking
with fear and WEAKNESS. SO soon as
the horse got its breath again | press
ed on for l saw them dosing the boat,
and came home here as the dark closed
in to meet your uncle watching for
me at the gate. Now, father, do you
take up the tale"
There is little more to tell" said
Sir Andrew. You will remember,
nephews that l was against this ride
Of Rosamund's to seek flowers, or
know not what, at st. Peters shrine,
nine miles away, but as the maid had
set her heart on it, and there are but
few pleasures here, why. l let her go
with the pair of you for escort. That
morning l had been thinking of Sir
Hugh Lozelle-if such false, pirate
rogue can be called Il knight; not but
that he is stout and brave enough--and
his threats after he recovered from the
wound you gave him, Goodwin; how
that he would come back and take
your cousin for all we could do to stay
him. True, we heard that he had sail
ed for the east to war against Saladin
or with him, for he was ever traitor
but even if this were so, men return
from the east Therefore / babe you
arm, having some foresight of what
was to come, for doubtless this on
slaught must have been planned by
him.
81 think So" said Wulf, 'for, as Ros-
amund here knows, the tail knave
who interpreted for the foreigner whom
he called his master gave us the name
Of the knight LoZelle as tae man who
sought to carry her off"
WAS this master a Saracen" asked
Sir Andrew anxiously.
NAY, uncle; how can l tell. seeing
that his face was masked like the rest
and he spoke through an Interpreter!
But l pray you go on with the story,
which Goodwin has not heard
1T is short. When Rosamund told
her tale l got together what men 1
could. Then, bidding her stay behind,
with some OF them to guard her, and
nurse herself, which she wcs loath to
do, l set out to find you or your bodies.
1t was dark. but we rode hard, having
lanterns with US, as we went rousing
men at every stead, until we came to
where the roads join at Meats. There
we found a black hor3e-your horse,
Godwin-so badly wounded that he
could travel no farther, and 1 groaned.
inl ~ we
went on till we heard another horse
whinny and presently found the roam
standing by the path side with his
head down.
"A man on the ground holds him.
cried one, and / sprang from the saddle
to see who it might be, to find that it
was you, the pair of you, locked in each
others arms and senseless, IL not dead.
as we'll you might be from your
wounds l babe the country folk cover
YOU up and carry you home and others
to run to Stangate and pray the prior
and the monk Stephen, who is doctor,
come at once to tend you, while we
pressed onward to take vengeance il
we could. We reached the quay ups
the creek, but there we found nothing
save some blood stains and-this is
strange-your sword, Goodwin, the hilt
set between two stones and on the point
a writing
What was the writingT' asked God
win.
Here it is" answered his uncle,
drawing a piece Of parchment from his
robe Read it. one Of you, since all
of you are scholars and my eyes are
bad
Rosamund took it and read what was
written, hurriedly, but in clerkly
hand, and in the French tongue. 1t
ran thus:
The sword of a brave man. Bury IT
with him IL he be dead and give IT back
to him If he lives, / hope. My master
would wish me to do this honor TO a gal
liant foe whom in that case he still may
meet. HUGH LOZELLE, or another.
Another, then; not Hugh LoZelle,'
said Goodwin, since he cannot write,
and if he could would never pen words
so knightly.''
The words may be knightly, but the
writer's deeds were base enough" re-
| piled Sir Andrew; nor, in truth, do
understand this scroll"
1.-The interpreter spoke of Inc short
| man as his master" suggested Wulf.
AYE, nephew, but him you met
( This writing speaks of q master whom