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He hath twice manfully served me. It is not valour of hands, it is a
man's mind of iron, that he lacks. He will not rise, Lord Foxham. 'Tis
a fellow that will fight indeed bravely in a mellay, but hath a capon's
heart. Howbeit, if he is to marry, marry him in the name of Mary, and be
done!"
"Nay, he is a brave lad--I know it," said Lord Foxham. "Content ye,
then, Sir Richard. I have compounded this affair with Master Hamley, and
to-morrow ye shall wed."
Whereupon Dick judged it prudent to withdraw; but he was not yet clear of
the refectory, when a man, but newly alighted at the gate, came running
four stairs at a bound, and, brushing through the abbey servants, threw
himself on one knee before the duke.
"Victory, my lord," he cried.
And before Dick had got to the chamber set apart for him as Lord Foxham's
guest, the troops in the holm were cheering around their fires; for upon
that same day, not twenty miles away, a second crushing blow had been
dealt to the power of Lancaster.
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