Great Britain -- History -- Fiction; Space and time -- Fiction
'At last,' he went on, 'after a year of striving and contriving and some
little driving, De Aquila came to the valley, alone and without warning.
I saw him first at the Lower Ford, with a swineherd's brat on his
saddle-bow.
'"There is no need for thee to give any account of thy stewardship,"
said he. "I have it all from the child here." And he told me how the
young thing had stopped his tall horse at the Ford, by waving of a
branch, and crying that the way was barred. "And if one bold, bare babe
be enough to guard the Ford in these days, thou hast done well," said
he, and puffed and wiped his head.
'He pinched the child's cheek, and looked at our cattle in the flat by
the river.
'"Both fat," said he, rubbing his nose. "This is craft and cunning such
as I love. What did I tell thee when I rode away, boy?"
'"Hold the Manor or hang," said I. I had never forgotten it.
'"True. And thou hast held." He clambered from his saddle and with his
sword's point cut out a turf from the bank and gave it me where I
kneeled.'
Dan looked at Una, and Una looked at Dan.
'That's seizin,' said Puck, in a whisper.
'"Now thou art lawfully seized of the Manor, Sir Richard," said he--'twas
the first time he ever called me that--"thou and thy heirs for ever. This
must serve till the King's clerks write out thy title on a parchment.
England is all ours--if we can hold it."
'"What service shall I pay?" I asked, and I remember I was proud beyond
words.
'"Knight's fee, boy, knight's fee!" said he, hopping round his horse on
one foot. (Have I said he was little, and could not endure to be helped
to his saddle?) "Six mounted men or twelve archers thou shalt send me
whenever I call for them, and--where got you that corn?" said he, for it
was near harvest, and our corn stood well. "I have never seen such
bright straw. Send me three bags of the same seed yearly, and
furthermore, in memory of our last meeting--with the rope round thy
neck--entertain me and my men for two days of each year in the Great
Hall of thy Manor."
'"Alas!" said I, "then my Manor is already forfeit. I am under vow not
to enter the Great Hall." And I told him what I had sworn to the Lady
AElueva.'
'And hadn't you ever been into the house since?' said Una.
'Never,' Sir Richard answered, smiling. 'I had made me a little hut of
wood up the hill, and there I did justice and slept ... De Aquila
wheeled aside, and his shield shook on his back. "No matter, boy," said
he. "I will remit the homage for a year."'
'He meant Sir Richard needn't give him dinner there the first year,'
Puck explained.
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