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. Leave the window, Myles! They've promised us a half hour's truce--and Cromwell's a man of his word. NEWCOMBE (_bringing a lighted candle_). He'll let us pass free now, sir, will he not? HUGH TALBOT (_lighting his pipe at the candle_). You're not afraid, Kit? NEWCOMBE. I? Faith, no, sir. No! Not now! HUGH TALBOT. Sit ye down, Phelimy, lad! You look dead on your feet. Give me to see that arm! (_As_ HUGH TALBOT _starts toward_ DRISCOLL, _his eye falls on the open keg of powder. He draws back hastily, covering his lighted pipe._) Jack Talbot! Who taught ye to leave your powder uncovered, where lighted match was laid? BUTLER. My blame, sir. (_Covers the keg._) JOHN TALBOT. We opened the keg, and then-- FENTON. Truth, we did not cover it again, being somewhat pressed for time. (_The five laugh, half hysterically._) HUGH TALBOT (_sitting by fire_). And you never thought, maybe, that in that keg there was powder enough to blow the bridge of Cashala to hell? JOHN TALBOT. It seemed a matter of small moment, sir. HUGH TALBOT. Small moment! Powder enough, put case ye set it there, at the stairhead--d'ye follow me?--powder enough to make an end of Cashala Bridge for all time--aye, and of all within the Gatehouse. You never thought on that, eh? JOHN TALBOT. We had so much to think on, sir. HUGH TALBOT. I did suspect as much. So I came hither to recall the powder to your minds. DRISCOLL. We thought--(BUTLER _motions him to be silent._) We thought maybe you would not be coming at all, sir. Maybe you would be dead. HUGH TALBOT. Well? What an if I had been dead? You had your orders. You did not dream of giving up the Bridge of Cashala--eh, Myles Butler? BUTLER (_after a moment_). No, sir. HUGH TALBOT. Nor you, Dick Fenton? FENTON. Sir, I--No! HUGH TALBOT (_smoking throughout_). Good lads! The wise heads were saying I was a stark fool to set you here at Cashala. But I said: I can be trusting the young riders that are learning their lessons in war from me. I'll be safe putting my honor into their hands. And I was right, wasn't I, Phelimy Driscoll? DRISCOLL. Give us the chance, sir, and we'll be holding Cashala, even against the devil himself! FENTON. Aye, well said! HUGH TALBOT. Sure,'tis a passing good substitute for the devil sits yonder in Cromwell's tent. NEWCOMBE (_with a shudder_). Cromwell! HUGH TALBOT. Aye, he was slaying your brother at Drogheda, Kit, and a fine, ga
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