besottedness. 'Here dieth your favour,' said I; and he, my lord, with a most assured impertinence, 'Mine be the loss.' quoth he. It shall be so, by the rood!"
"Said he so?" cried Alicia. "Then well said, lion-driver!"
"Who is this?" asked the duke.
"A prisoner of Sir Richard's," answered Lord Foxham; "Mistress Alicia Risingham."
"See that she be married to a sure man," said the duke.
"I had thought of my kinsman, Hamley, an it like your grace," returned Lord Foxham. "He hath well served the cause."
"It likes me well," said Richard. "Let them be wedded speedily. Say, fair maid, will you wed?"
"My lord duke," said Alicia, "so as the man is straight——" And there, in a perfect consternation, the voice died on her tongue.
"He is straight, my mistress," replied Richard, calmly. "I am the only crookback of my party; we are else passably well shapen. Ladies, and you, my lord," he added, with a sudden change to grave courtesy, "judge me not too churlish if I leave you. A captain, in the time of war, hath not the ordering of his hours."
And with a very handsome salutation he passed on, followed by his officers.
"Alack," cried Alicia, "I am shent!"
"Ye know him not," replied Lord Foxham. "It is but a trifle; he hath already clean forgot your words."
