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In the early afternoon one of thé men-at-arms. dressed as a. peasant, set; out for Icomb_by \yateg. no one had ever heard of a pocket handkerchief. The ,world was ma- lodorous! A dog-kennel would hardly have suffered any one of our heroes and heroines. That is Vonei reason why it is so difficult [or t-he' veracious hiswz‘vian to present hisl characters as they really were. Itl The man lifted ‘ er up in his arms, a light burden, and bare her shrieking and struggling away. 7 Fulke leant back against the wall with a satisfied unile. Gundruda, the» pre‘by waiting maid, who watched the execuiion with great complaisance, told Leâ€" win afterwards that the poor gir' was dead, or at least quite insenâ€" cible to pain, long before the whip ing was over. “Little fool to stay ere when she might have gone with (Le other,” concluded Gundruda. “Fool, indeed,” said he, “I can- not forget. itâ€"I am not well, Gunâ€" druda, pretty one.” But the minter could find very little satisfaction with the girl. So after a. while he left her, for a. sudâ€" den longing to be alone came over him. The idea, was strong in him to get as far away from the world as possible. By many steps be mounted to the top of Outfangthef. 'As he. emerged into the light, after the dusk of the stairs, it began to be evening. Surveying life and its possibili- ties for him, he could see nothing but misery in it. As the unseen nightwinds began to fly round him and whisper, 'he took a resolve. When this seige began and Lord Roger attacked Hilgay, he would arm and go out to death, seeking it in some brave adventure. He would give up, he thought, his trea- son plot with Anslem. There was nothing else that he could do, there was no enjoymentâ€"every man he knew was the same, the same, ever- lastingly the same. Life was dull. He laughed a, bitter, despairing laugh, and went down to the castle again. It is a relief to turn from the conâ€" templation of that sordid, evil place to the quiet of the Priory in the lake. Yet it must be remembered that Hilgay is an exact type of hun- dreds of other strongholds existing in Eng‘and at that time. The in- caleulable wickedness of the space of years, when the secluded historâ€" ian wrote that “Christ and all His angels seemed asleep,” is very difâ€" ficult to imagine. Fulke‘, unpleasant as it is to say it, hardly ever washed. Brutally, in a modern police court, he would be considered as a verminous per- son. In the time, of King Stephen, Down below, over all the castle works, men were busy at the de- fences, clustering on the. walls like a swarm of flies. Presently, one by one, torches flared out, so that work might still go on when it was dark. ' Lewin leaned over the parapet and surveyed the dusky world, full of trouble and despair. A great truth came to him. He realized that he had been born too soon, and was not made for that age of blood and steel. The solitary isolation of the tower top intensified the loneli- ness of his own soul. There was a great carouse that evening at Hilgay, for the works were nearly done, and a. spy had brought word that the forces of Lord Roger were not as strong as earlier reports had led them to be- lieve. While the candles burnt all night by the gravein the chapeL an the castle garrison, with the exception of the sentries, got niost gloriously drunk. There is no need to outrage our nicn tastes by revolting detail. Realism can be pushed too far. But, for, the sake of a clear understandâ€" ing, take Baron Fulke of Hilgay, and listen to a few personal de- tails. So ’El‘gifu'paid bitterly for her folly, and went to a. rest which was denied her in this world. Lewin stayed with Gundruda a little while, trying to find comfort in her smiles and forgetfulness in her bright laughing eyes. In truth, it was a bestial, maligâ€" nant, inhuman time. We are not grateful enough for the. blessings of to-day. Imagine, if you please, what these people were. CHAPTER VIII.â€"-(Con b’d,‘ FREEDOM AT LAST History of a Man Who Lived in Misery and Térture is hard to' explain them, people are too accustomed to Romance. There is hardly anything in our steam age so delightful as “Ro- mance.” The romance of the Mid- dle. Ages has a, qualitv of glamor which will hold our attention and have our hearts for ever. We al- ways look for, and desire refineâ€" ments of fact in life. Human naâ€" ture demands some sort of an ideal. Our friends of the fens can hardly be called romantic, but they are human. They were getting restive, won- dering what might have happened, when Huber changed his tactics. He began to whistle very softly and sweetlyâ€"the scamp had a pipe like any birdâ€"the lilb of a love-song. It was a plaintive air which rose and fell delicately in the night. Most of them knew it, for it, was a poâ€" pular song among the soldiers of that day, And had been made by: a The chapter-house at Icomb was a low, vaulted chamber divided into three compartments by rows of pil- lars bearing arches. A stone seat ran all round it for the monks, and he prior’s seat was opposite the entrance. Two arches on each side of the doorwayâ€"there was no ac- tual doorâ€"allowed the delibera- tions to be heard outside in the Cloister. No one, save the monks themselves, could actually sit in the chapter-house, but othersâ€"’in this case, the head men of the villageâ€"- could stand in the cloister, and so, become fully cognisant of the pro- ceedings within. The boat glided slowly on again to“ ards the direct-ion of the island. Presently a deeper blackness loomâ€" ed up in front of .them, and they saw that they were close to land. The smell of land, of herbage and flowers, came to them, and hot as it had been upon the lake, it seemâ€" ed hotter now that they were come to shore, ‘ As the nose of the boat brushed the outgrowing reeds, hissing at the- contact, the bell on the. hill above stopped suddenly. A great silence enveloped them as they waited. While the monks were in the chapter-house, and afterwards atâ€" tending a, special service in the chapel, a long boat glided rapidly over the lake. It was a. dark, thunderous night, and nothing he- trayed the quiet pass ge of the craft, save the dusky glater of the water as the oars rose and sank. Now and again some low orders in Norman-French regulated the pace or altered the direction of the boat. her 2” asked a voice. “I do not know,” replied the man-at~arms. “Pardieu, I cannot tell.’ ’ “Not unless they have found out; that Heraud has come with a cerâ€" tain purpose. Perchanoe Hyla saw him and recognized him.” “Whatever it may mean,” Hu- be" said, “we must keep our‘tryst with Heraud.'1t was to be a church’s length from the main land- ing where the monks keep their boats. A church’s length to the left.” H'uvgér gave a long, low whistle, but'there was no answer. He re- peated it at intervals of about a. minute. When the voyagers were half-way across the mere, as near as they could judge, they heard the sud- den tolling of the great bell of the Priory. The sullen, angry notes came across the water, out of the dark, in waves of booming sound. There was a muttered order, and the oars stopped in their swing. The boat rushed on for thirty yards or so. gradually losing its momentum, until at length it became station- “Not be. Heraud shaved his face and cropped his hair, and the minâ€" ter‘ drew lines upon his face, and painted his visage all over with some brew. I seed them at it. His own mother would never have thought him made of her blood.” “It will not be easy to find, the night is very thick. We must; go very slow.” “Yes,” sald Huber, “we must go with great care. Come forward! Are you ready} Allgry ‘l” “Do you think they know that we are near?” “TEen mean 2” , What ary. ‘V‘What does that betoken, Hu- CHAPTER IX. does the bell strolling minstrel one evening in thePicard camp at Gournay, and thence spread all over Northern Europe by the mercenaries. The men-at-arms began to nod to its rhythm and beat quiet time. to it. Then one fellow began to Whistle a bass under his breath, and an- other and another took up the air very quietly, till the boat .was like a. cage of fairy singing birds. They were so amused by their occupaâ€" tion, and, indeed, they were pro- ducing a. very pretty concert, that they quite forgot their purpose for the moment, and abandoning them- selves one and all to the music. It recalled many merry memories of Tilliers and Falaise, of Mortain and Arques, and of the orchards of their Norman home. on one side and his daughter on the other, as happy as a man could be. Bread and meat lay upon the ground by his side. A cow’s horn full of Welsh ale was stuck into the turf by him. He was now working for kind masters who would not beat him or illâ€"treat his women- kind. His but was weatherâ€"proof, his food was excellent, and the peace of the holy life near by was stealing over him, and he was at last at rest. The peace of it all was like a cup of cold water to a poor man dying of thirst. They were beginning the whole thing all over againâ€"so much did it please themâ€"when they became aware of another and more distant augmentation to their concert. The stopped, and the silvery whistle from the bank still shivered out a note or two before it stopped. In a. moment more they heard splashing, and a dark figure pushed aside the reeds and waded out to them. “It is all safe,” said the new- comer. “The murderer is here sure enough. He does not, know who I am, and I am in a. hut close to his.” In fact, Hyla. was too humble, and more so than befitted his strong nature. He cleaned the filth from the styes with never a thought that he might be better or more profit- ably employed. Sit) Hyia had been quite content, and as the sun was setting he sat down outside his hut with his wife He stroked his wife’s hard gnarlâ€" ed hand, very glad to be so close to her. He looked with unconsciâ€" ous admiration at the frank beauty of Frija as she lay gracefully by his side. Only one grief assailed him now, and that was the thought of Elgifu. He put it from him with .a shudder. Yet, he thought, they would hardly hurt her. He was a man of bitter experience, and felt that she would be fairly safe in that Wicked time. “Depardieux! and well you might. I did not think of that. But natheless, that bell means good for- tune for our little plan, my friends. All the monks and all the villeins from the village have gone inside to service in the chapel. Only the theows are alone, and it will be an easy matter to take the man without interference if we are quick.” “How far is it from here l” “As a bird flies, about, two fur- longs. But it will be longer for us, L): we must make a detour to keep away from the walls. We shall come on the village from behind. There is a big midden ditch, but I have a plank to cress it.” “We’ll give Sir Hyla. a. dip in it as we pass.” “ ’Twould be a fitting mitra.” Then with no more words, led by Heraud, they left; the boat and stole silently up the hill in the dark. ' . Hyla retired into his but about half-past eight. He had been working all day, cleaning out pig- styes and carting the manure to the ditch which ran north of the village, and whlch served as a. slight defence, and also a storing place for fertilizing material to spread upon the fields. A strange occupation, perhaps, for a man who had but lately done a deed of such moment, and who was more than half a hero. But he had been set to this work purposely by the monks, who knew human nature, and thought it best for the man. The monks were the only psycholo- gists in the twelfth century. With some men this would have been wise, no doubt, but to Hyla’s credit it should be said that he thought very little about himself. His' rathcr heavy, sullen manner may easily have conveyed a false impression as to his own estimate of himself, but he was humble encugh in reality. “Bon,” said Huber, “I am glad to see you. Lord Fulke will be very pleased. We feared something was wrong when we heard the bell.” An archer remained in the beat to guard it and to help them to find it again. Before the little family retired to rest. Cerdic came to them to pray. So, in great peace of mind, Kyla Another hounof peaceful sleep remains for you, poor Hyla. An- other little hour, and then good- bye to sleep. Good-bye to wife and child and comfort for ever and a day. A few short hours and‘you go to the beginning of your great martyrdom. Your works shall live after you. “You may journey where you will,” said a traveller of many years experience recently, “but you will find no finer train any- where than the Intercolonial Rail- way’s Ocean Limited.” This is a terse statement widely endorsed by the travelling public, for to use a mild slang phrase, the Ocean Lim- ited has “made good.” Tried as an experiment about five years ago, its popularity has so increased and its business so developed, that it is now an actual necessity. 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