Produced by Polly Stratton THE TAVERN KNIGHT By Rafael Sabatini CONTENTS I. ON THE MARCH II. ARCADES AMBO III. THE LETTER IV. AT THE SIGN OF THE MITRE V. AFTER WORCESTER FIELD VI. COMPANIONS IN MISFORTUNE VII. THE TAVERN KNIGHT'S STORY VIII. THE TWISTED BAR IX. THE BARGAIN X. THE ESCAPE XI. THE ASHBURNS XII. THE HOUSE THAT WAS ROLAND MARLEIGH'S XIII. THE METAMORPHOSIS OF KENNETH XIV. THE HEART OF CYNTHIA ASHBURN XV. JOSEPH'S RETURN XVI. THE RECKONING XVII. JOSEPH DRIVES A BARGAIN XVIII. COUNTER-PLOT XIX. THE INTERRUPTED JOURNEY XX. THE CONVERTED HOGAN XXI. THE MESSAGE KENNETH BORE XXII. SIR CRISPIN'S UNDERTAKING XXIII. GREGORY'S ATTRITION XXIV. THE WOOING OF CYNTHIA XXV. CYNTHIA'S FLIGHT XXVI. TO FRANCE XXVII. THE AUBERGINE DU SOLEIL THE TAVERN KNIGHT CHAPTER I. ON THE MARCH He whom they called the Tavern Knight laughed an evil laugh--such a laugh as might fall from the lips of Satan in a sardonic moment. He sat within the halo of yellow light shed by two tallow candles, whose sconces were two empty bottles, and contemptuously he eyed the youth in black, standing with white face and quivering lip in a corner of the mean chamber. Then he laughed again, and in a hoarse voice, sorely suggestive of the bottle, he broke into song. He lay back in his chair, his long, spare legs outstretched, his spurs jingling to the lilt of his ditty whose burden ran: On the lip so red of the wench that's sped His passionate kiss burns, still-O! For 'tis April time, and of love and wine Youth's way is to take its fill-O! Down, down, derry-do! So his cup he drains and he shakes his reins, And rides his rake-helly way-O! She was sweet to woo and most comely, too, But that was all yesterday-O! Down, down, derry-do! The lad started forward with something akin to a shiver. “Have done,” he cried, in a voice of loathing, “or, if croak you must, choose a ditty less foul!” “Eh?” The ruffler shook back the matted hair from his lean, harsh face, and a pair of eyes that of a sudden seemed ablaze glared at his companion; then the lids drooped until those eyes became two narrow slits--catlike and cunning--and again he laughed.