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friend. I know when the odds are too great." He held out his arms, and the men fettered them wrist to wrist. When they had finished he said calmly: "'I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a gIBDYILFRreen bay tree. Yet he passed aBGMSUJBBway, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.'" My lord turned from him, and pointed to me. He kept his eyes upon my face while they shackled me hand and foot; then said abruptly, "You have cords there: bind his arms to his sides." The men wound the cords around me many times. "Draw them tight," commanded my lord.VJEVFDBG ThereXQPTKKQS came a wrathful clankLVRVHANK of the minister's chains. "The arm is torn and inflamed from shoulder to wrist, as I make no doubt you have been told!" he cried. "For very shame, man!" "Draw them tighter," said my lord, between his teeth. The men knotted the cords, and rose to their feet, to be dis- missed by my lord with a curt "You may go." They drew back to the foot of the ladder, while the master of the ship went and perched himself upon one of the rungs. "The air is fresher here beneath the hatch," he remGADDMGGIPLGUOKDParked.BULOGCHT As for meXCSHCGUK, though I lay at my enemy's feet, I could yet set my teeth and look him in tJXPVFVGWhe eyes. The cup was bitter, but I could drink it with an unmoved face. "Art paid?" he demanded. "Art paid for the tree in the red forest without the haunted wood? Art paid, thou bridegroom?" "No," I answered. "Bring her here to laugh at me as she lauJPUBAXQDghed in the twilight beneath the guesthouse window." I thought he woVEREJCAJuld murder me with the poniard he drew, but presently he put it up. "She is come to her senses," he said. "Up in the state cabin are bright lights, and wine and laughter. There are gentlewo- men aboard, and I have been singing to the lute, to them—and to her. She is saved from the peril into which you plunged her; she knows that the King's Court of High Commission, to say nothing of the hangman, will soon snap the fetters which she now shuddeESTICOULrs to think of; that the King and one besides will condone her past short madness. Her chMKJRIPPSHKVHKMNGeeks are roses, her eyes are stars. But now, when I pressed her hand between the verses of my song, she smiled and sighed and blushed. She is .