"
"Yea, and it is your business to find words for him, pretty one,"
said the King. "A wholesome partnership--eh? He finds worth, and
you find wit! And so we leave the fairy buried in the woodland."
And on the wanderers rode, while Steadfast and Emlyn turned back over
the path through the fields; and she eagerly told that the King had
slept at Blythedale on his way to Worcester, and that though Sir
Harry was dead, his son was living in Holland. "And if the King gets
there safely, he will tell Master George, and if my uncle is with
him, no doubt he will send for me, or mayhap, come and fetch me."
There was a shock of pain in Steadfast's heart.
"You would be glad?"
"Poor old Stead. I would scarce be glad to quit you. I doubt me if
the Hague, as they call it, would show me any one I should care for
as much as for your round shoulders, you good old lubber! But you
should come too, and the King would give you high preferment, when he
comes to his own again, and then we won't be buried alive in this
Hermit's Gulley.
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