Men of Iron by Howard Pyle
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"He would not dare to do such a thing!" cried Myles, with heaving breast and flashing eyes. "Aye, but he would," said Gascoyne. "His father, Lord Reginald Blunt, is a great man over Nottingham way, and my Lord would not dare to punish him even for such a matter as that. But tell me, Robin Ingoldsby, dost know aught more of this matter? Prithee tell it me, Robin. Where do they propose to lie in wait for Falworth?" "In the gate-way of the Buttery Court, so as to catch him when he passes by to the armory," answered the boy. "Are they there now?" said Wilkes. "Aye, nine of them," said Robin. "I heard Blunt tell Mowbray to go and gather the others. He heard thee tell Gosse, Falworth, that thou wert going thither for thy arbalist this morn to shoot at the rooks withal." "That will do, Robin," said Myles. "Thou mayst go." And therewith the little imp scurried off, pulling the lobes of his ears suggestively as he darted around the corner. The others looked at one another for a while in silence. "So, comrades," said Myles at last, "what shall we do now?" "Go, and tell Sir James," said Gascoyne, promptly. |
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