H. C. Bailey,
The Fool — Chapter 1
(1921)
“ THE FOOL CHAPTER I PLAYING KNUCKLE-BONES THERE were dead in the courtyard and a noise. Across the morning twilight men shouted from tower to tower and blade clashed on mail where the last of the garrison sold blood for blood, and from the bowels of the castle came already the yells and crash of plundering. And the bells of the Abbey beyond the wall were ringing to matins. Only one man was alive among the dead in the courtyard, and he sat on his heels in a corner and played knuckle-bones. ”
