H. C. Bailey

H. C. Bailey

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Portrait of H. C. Bailey 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.
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Portrait of H. C. Bailey H. C. Bailey The Fool — Chapter 1 (1921)

And while they talked and the light waned came from the valley the call of a woman, a long, despairing cry. The boy started up and ran out. "Oh, the mass! Lie close, say I, and off goes he. Who hath trouble enough ever goes to seek it."
"It was a woman," said Judith.
"What is the worth of a woman when men are born to be killed?"
Up the steep in the twilight came Jocelin, tottering, panting, so heavily the woman leaned upon him, and as they drew near the cave she swayed and stumbled and fell upon her face and lay still. The fool rolled her over and the children stood aghast.
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