The Forest Lovers
Page 145The Golden Knight pulled up short, but held his spear couched against
the worst. Prosper spoke again quite cheerfully.
"You and I have met, Dame Maulfry."
"You are speaking foolishness and wasting my time, Messire. I neither
know you nor your dame."
"You may have known my shield in more gaudy trim. Did I not turn
grave-digger for you some years ago?"
"Oh, oh! you are Prosper le Gai?"
"That is my name, Madam Maulfry. You know me at last."
"Yes, I know you. Take care. You are in no friendly country."
"I am a very friendly soul, but I will take care. You, I think, have
many friends in these parts--one in special, a holy person, a man of
religion. Is it so?"
"He hath a gullet, I know," said Prosper cheerfully. "It is of him I
would speak, dame, at this moment. I shall meet him before long, I
hope, and should like to be advised by an old acquaintance. Will you
tell me why he chose out the arms of the man you and I put into the
ground?"
"Why would you know that, Prosper?"
"It seems to me an odd choice. There is a story about them. I am
curious."
"What is your story, Prosper? I will tell you this, that I tried to
dissuade him."
"Ah!"
"Well, sir, your story?"
in that?"
"I will be frank with you, Prosper. I was mistaken. They are the arms
of Salomon de Montguichet."
"Pardon me, dame," said Prosper, "they are the arms of Salomon de
Born."
He never dealt cleaner blow with a spear. The Golden Knight stood up
rocking in his stirrups. Then he dropped his weapon and began to wail
like a woman.
"Oh no, no, no! Oh, Prosper, be merciful! Oh, God, kill me, kill me,
kill me! Tell me you have lied, Prosper, or I must die."
"I have not lied, madam. You have lied," said Prosper, watching with a
bleak smile.
lunged forward and shot off at a mad gallop with his flanks streaming
blood. Prosper watched him go.
"Follow! follow!" cried the Golden Knight to the man by the sign-post.
"I cannot, my lord," the man shouted as his master flew, "I am a man
of my word."
"Be off with you, you rascal," cheered Prosper; "I have said my say."
The man did not hesitate. Prosper watched the flying pair, a quiet
smile hovering about his mouth. "My shot told it seems," he said to
himself. "If Salomon de Born were not what I believe him to have been,
what is the grief of Madam Maulfry? Well, we will see next what Galors
de Born has to say to it."