Arthur Conan Doyle

Name: Sir Nigel — Chapter VII
Author: Arthur Conan Doyle

Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

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“Sir Nigel — Chapter VII”, published in 1906, is a work by Arthur Conan Doyle. It explores elements such as Aylward, Nigel and armorer.

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ It was this second branch upon which Nigel and Aylward found themselves as they rode to Guildford.
No one, as it chanced, was going the same way as themselves, but they met one large drove of pilgrims returning from their journey with pictures of Saint Thomas and snails' shells or little leaden ampullae in their hats and bundles of purchases over their shoulders. They were a grimy, ragged, travel-stained crew, the men walking, the women borne on asses. Man and beast, they limped along as if it would be a glad day when they saw their homes once more. ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ Behind him, upon the little brown pony which had been Nigel's former mount, rode Samkin Aylward the bowman, who had taken upon himself the duties of personal attendant and body-guard. His great shoulders and breadth of frame seemed dangerously top-heavy upon the tiny steed, but he ambled along, whistling a merry lilt and as lighthearted as his master. There was no countryman who had not a nod and no woman who had not a smile for the jovial bowman, who rode for the most part with his face over his shoulder, staring at the last petticoat which had passed him. ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ In vain did Aylward, an arrow on his string, run here and there among the great trees and peer down the shadowy glades. When he returned he and his master cast a shamefaced glance at each other.
"I trust that we are better soldiers than jailers," said Aylward, as he climbed on his pony.
But Nigel's frown relaxed into a smile. "At least we have gained back what we lost," said he. "Here I place it on the pommel of my saddle, and I shall not take my eyes from it until we are safe in Guildford town." ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ It is also a most villainous thing to lay a snare for wayfarers by asking for their pity and assistance, so that it was our own soft hearts which brought us into such danger. The next who hath real need of our help may suffer for your sins."
"When the hand of the whole world is against you," said the outlaw in a surly voice, "you must fight as best you can."
"You well deserve to be hanged, if only because you have brought this woman, who is fair and gentle-spoken, to such a life," said Nigel. "Let us tie him by the wrist to my stirrup leather, Aylward, and we will lead him into Guildford." ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ With his arms round the robber's burly body and his face buried in his bushy beard, Aylward gasped and strained and heaved. Back and forward in the dusty road the two men stamped and staggered, a grim wrestling-match, with life for the prize. Twice the great strength of the outlaw had Aylward nearly down, and twice with his greater youth and skill the archer restored his grip and his balance. ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ The armorer leaned back on his anvil and pondered while Nigel stared anxiously at his sooty face.
"Right gladly would I lend you a suit of plate for this one venture, Squire Loring, but I know well that if you should be overthrown your harness becomes prize to the victor. I am a poor man with many children, and I dare not risk the loss of it. But as to what you say of the old suit of mail, is it indeed in good condition?" ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ Let him go, kind, gentle sirs; do not take him from me!"
"They will speak for me at Guildford," said the "Wild Man." "They have sworn it. But hand them first the bag that you have taken."
She drew it out from under her loose cloak. "Here it is, gentle sir. Indeed it went to my heart to take it, for you had mercy upon me in my trouble. But now I am, as you see, in real and very sore distress. Will you not have mercy now? Take ruth on us, fair sir! ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ I fear there is little chance for us to see them on this journey."
"They prey upon the pilgrims who pass along the Winchester Road, and they are well loved by the folk in these parts, for they rob none of them and have an open hand for all who will help them."
"It is right easy to have an open hand with the money that you have stolen," said Nigel; "but I fear that they will not try to rob two men with swords at their girdles like you and me, so we shall have no profit from them." ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ But indeed I think that if there is money to be gathered you are as likely to get your fist full as any man who goes to the war. But hasten, lad, hasten! Already your young master is over the brow."
Thus admonished, the archer waved his gauntleted hand to his father, and digging his heels into the sides of his little pony soon drew up with the Squire. Nigel glanced over his shoulder and slackened speed until the pony's head was up to his saddle.
"Have I not heard, archer," said he, "that an outlaw has been loose in these parts?" ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ I cannot at this moment buy a suit of plate, and yet I sorely need steel harness on account of a small deed which it is in my mind to do. Now I have at my home at Tilford that very suit of mail of which you speak, with which my father first rode to the wars. Could you not so alter it that it should guard my limbs also?"
The armorer looked at Nigel's small upright figure and burst out laughing. "You jest, Squire Loring! The suit was made for one who was far above the common stature of man." ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ They had passed over the wild moors and had come down now into the main road by which the pilgrims from the west of England made their way to the national shrine at Canterbury. It passed from Winchester, and up the beautiful valley of the Itchen until it reached Farnham, where it forked into two branches, one of which ran along the Hog's Back, while the second wound to the south and came out at Saint Catherine's Hill where stands the Pilgrim shrine, a gray old ruin now, but once so august, so crowded and so affluent. ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ Tut, man! there are three years to run, and what may not happen in three years? Before that time I shall have gone to the wars, and when I have opened a French strong box or two you can buy the good brown soil and snap your fingers at Abbot John and his bailiffs. Am I not as proper a man as Tom Withstaff of Churt? And yet he came back after six months with his pockets full of rose nobles and a French wench on either arm. ”

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Arthur Conan Doyle, Sir Nigel — Chapter VII (1906)

“ Only yesterday they slew a merchant from the west and took a hundred crowns."
"His wife, you say?"
"Yes, she is ever at his side, and has saved him many a time, for if he has the strength it is she who has the wit. I hope to see their heads together upon the green grass one of these mornings." ”

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