Merrylips . iet him, with her hand against hischeek. The light flickered and faded in the wash-house, asthe torches in the courtyard died down. Once, in thewest, a burst of firing rattled out, and sank again todeeper silence. Through the western window camethe chill light of the setting moon. Merrylips haddozed for a moment, perhaps, but she roused at thesound of a bolt withdrawn. She looked up, and inthe open doorway she saw Miles Digby stand. Yet she was not afraid. She kept her place, on herknees, at FowelFs side, with her hand upon his hand,and Hush! she said to him, for he had stirred un-
Merrylips . iet him, with her hand against hischeek. The light flickered and faded in the wash-house, asthe torches in the courtyard died down. Once, in thewest, a burst of firing rattled out, and sank again todeeper silence. Through the western window camethe chill light of the setting moon. Merrylips haddozed for a moment, perhaps, but she roused at thesound of a bolt withdrawn. She looked up, and inthe open doorway she saw Miles Digby stand. Yet she was not afraid. She kept her place, on herknees, at FowelFs side, with her hand upon his hand,and Hush! she said to him, for he had stirred un-easily, as if he, too, had caught the sound of Digbyscoming. Across his helpless body she looked at Digby He is hurt. Thou must not waken him, she said. Digby, with the reek of battle half cleared from hisbrain, looked upon her in the moonlight. In thatmoment perhaps he saw, kneeling by the wounded man,something greater in strength than the boy Tibbott, withwhom he had jested and played, something greater in. He is hurt. Thou must not waken him, she said. LADY SYBILS GODDAUGHTER 173 compassion even than the maid, Sybil Venner, that littleMerrylips should one day be. In any case, he came no farther into the he dared not face what faced him there in theform of a little child. For an instant he stood withhis hand upon the latch, and then he went forth again,and slammed and bolted the door behind him. What wast? Dick Fowell whispered, and suddenlyhe tightened his grasp on Merrylips hand. I dreamed, he whispered. I dreamed — MilesDigby was come — to settle the old score. Think not of him, soothed Merrylips. For hewill not harm thee, Dick. I will not suffer him to dothee harm. CHAPTER XXI WHEN THE CAPTAIN CALLED It was broad daylight, and once more the fire ofmuskets was sputtering along the walls of Monksfield,when at last Dick Fowell opened his eyes. He lookedat Merrylips, and smiled, and when he smiled, his facegrew boyish and winning. So! said he. Thou, at least,
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