'
'And what wilt thou be by the time thou art one and thirty, an' I'll
let thee go,' said the marquis thoughtfully.
'Dust and ashes, my lord, most likely. Faith, I care not.'
As he spoke he glanced at Dorothy, but she was looking on the
ground.
'Nay, nay!' said the marquis feelingly. 'These are, but wild and
hurling words for a fine young fellow like thee. Long ere thou be a
man, the king will have his own again, and all will be well. Come,
promise me thou wilt never more bear arms against his majesty, and I
will set thee and thy mare at liberty the moment thou shalt have
eaten thy breakfast.'
'Not to save ten lives, my lord, would I give such a promise.'
'Roundhead hypocrite!' cried the marquis, frowning to hide the gleam
of satisfaction he felt breaking from his eyes. 'What will thy
father say when he hears thou liest deep in Raglan dungeon?'
'He will thank heaven that I lie there a free man instead of walking
abroad a slave,' answered Richard.
''Fore heaven!' said the marquis, and was silent for a moment.
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