he laid his hand on the parchments which
Gilbert had written. "It shall be some part of my Gilbert's penance to
copy out the savoury tale of thy life, till we have made ten, twenty, an
hundred, maybe, copies. How many cattle, think you, would the Bishop of
Tours give for that tale? Or thy brother? Or the Monks of Blois?
Minstrels will turn it into songs which thy own Saxon serfs shall sing
behind their plough-stilts, and men-at-arms riding through thy Norman
towns. From here to Rome, Fulke, men will make very merry over that
tale, and how Fulke told it, hanging in a well, like a drowned puppy.
This shall be thy punishment, if ever I find thee double-dealing with
thy King any more. Meantime, the parchments stay here with thy son. Him
I will return to thee when thou hast made my peace with the King. The
parchments never."

'Fulke hid his face and groaned.

'"Bones of the Saints!" said De Aquila, laughing. "The pen cuts deep. I
could never have fetched that grunt out of thee with any sword."

'"But so long as I do not anger thee, my tale will be secret?" said
Fulke.

'"Just so long. Does that comfort thee, Fulke?" said De Aquila.

'"What other comfort have ye left me?" he said, and of a sudden he wept
hopelessly like a child, dropping his face on his knees.'

'Poor Fulke,' said Una.

'I pitied him also,' said Sir Richard.

'"After the spur, corn," said De Aquila, and he threw Fulke three wedges
of gold that he had taken from our little chest by the bedplace.

'"If I had known this," said Fulke, catching his breath, "I would never
have lifted hand against Pevensey. Only lack of this yellow stuff has
made me so unlucky in my dealings."

'It was dawn then, and they stirred in the Great Hall below. We sent
down Fulke's mail to be scoured, and when he rode away at noon under his
own and the King's banner, very splendid and stately did he show. He
smoothed his long beard, and called his son to his stirrup and kissed
him. De Aquila rode with him as far as the New Mill landward. We thought
the night had been all a dream.'

'But did he make it right with the King?' Dan asked. 'About your not
being traitors, I mean.'

Sir Richard smiled. 'The King sent no second summons to Pevensey, nor
did he ask why De Aquila had not obeyed the first. Yes, that was Fulke's
work. I know not how he did it, but it was well and swiftly done.'

'Then you didn't do anything to his son?' said Una.

'The boy? Oh, he was an imp! He turned