text: THE TAVERN KNIGHT
  
  By Rafael Sabatini 
  
  THE TAVERN KNIGHT 
  
  CHAPTER I. ON THE MARCH 
  
  He whom they called the Tavern Knight laughed an evil laugh--such a laugh as might fall from the lips of Satan in a sardonic moment. 
  He sat within the halo of yellow light shed by two tallow candles, whose sconces were two empty bottles, and contemptuously he eyed the youth in black, standing with white face and quivering lip in a corner of the mean chamber. Then he laughed again, and in a hoarse voice, sorely suggestive of the bottle, he broke into song. He lay back in his chair, his long, spare legs outstretched, his spurs jingling to the lilt of his ditty whose burden ran: 
  On the lip so red of the wench that's sped           His passionate kiss burns, still-O!           For 'tis April time, and of love and wine           Youth's way is to take its fill-O!           Down, down, derry-do!
tokens: THE TAVERN KNIGHT By Rafael Sabatini THE TAVERN KNIGHT CHAPTER I. ON THE MARCH He whom they called the Tavern Knight laughed an evil laugh -- such a laugh as might fall from the lips of Satan in a sardonic moment . He sat within the halo of yellow light shed by two tallow candles , whose sconces were two empty bottles , and contemptuously he eyed the youth in black , standing with white face and quivering lip in a corner of the mean chamber . Then he laughed again , and in a hoarse voice , sorely suggestive of the bottle , he broke into song . He lay back in his chair , his long , spare legs outstretched , his spurs jingling to the lilt of his ditty whose burden ran : On the lip so red of the wench that 's sped His passionate kiss burns , still - O ! For ' tis April time , and of love and wine Youth 's way is to take its fill - O ! Down , down , derry - do !
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