H. C. Bailey

Name: The Fool — Chapter 8
Author: H. C. Bailey

The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

Summary

“The Fool — Chapter 8”, published in 1921, is a work by H. C. Bailey. It explores elements such as Godric, Bran and Eudo.

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ From the truffles to Bran, from Bran to the truffles, the good folk stared unbelieving. "How, in God's name?" quoth Godric.
"Where the beeches grow, there grow truffles," Bran shrugged.
"But you have no dog, man. Or—" he crossed himself and looked all about. "What aids you?"
Bran laughed. "Nenny, nenny. No dog, nor pig neither. Nay, nor ghost thereof. Bran hath only Bran. But Bran is the good earth's brother."
"You are more than a man."
"Yea, yea, or less, being a fool."
So they made a savoury meal, and when they began to be genial, "What is this Eudo, brother, that you love him so?" ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ She was a comely creature, something worn by hard living, but tall and finely made and of a gentle face.
Bran looked up into her blue eyes: "How are you called, maid?"
She blushed and he knew that a maid she was and not without thought of whom she should wed: "I am Godiva," she said.
Then he surprised her again: "These men of yours, are they all craftsmen?"
"Surely, yes, one and all."
"And who is their leader?"
Again she blushed: "It is Godric. He is a joiner, the best joiner in all our hundred."
"The Lord loves a good craftsman. But God have mercy, the world is wide. ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ And the world is old and hearts are cold, and only the wicked dare be bold. God have mercy, brother, so it has been all your days. And the new is but the old, and new Sir Gilbert is but old Sir Thief. Yea, yea, and new King Henry is but the barons' king of old. And the weak must go hide in the old, old hills. ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ The land is wide and craftsmen need never lack meat."
"By the cross, I will not go," Godric thundered. "I will stand for my right."
"Aye, aye, stand," the others answered him.
"Your rights be more than your life?" Bran laughed. "Oh, English, English. Then I see another way, brother: meet your court. As bad as men are they will not do that in council which one man will plot alone. When they gather, shame comes with them. Go to court with all your folk and have all told and sworn. I think he does not love the light, our Gilbert. He is too wise." ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ Now of all things in the world Bran loved a good craftsman, and what roused his passions (I conceive) in this matter was not the bare wrong and cruelty, but that craftsmen should be cast out of their shops and their skill lie waste while they toiled at rude work burning charcoal for meagre livelihood. He was not loving Sir Gilbert de Marais before. But this it was which determined him to hate. An odd thing to choose, yet every man has his own abominations and this was Bran's. And he applied his mind to Sir Gilbert. A castle in Risborough, a new castle in Watlington. ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ But the woman who had called him a fairy came so close that he must needs look up at her: "Yea, yea. I have no fear to handle iron. And I will eat your salt and your baked bread," he laughed. "I am no fairy, I. Good faith, I have dwelt too long with men." ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ Little folk, old folk, folk of the white chalk hill. We were here at the birth of things, we shall watch their death."
They drew nearer him, and one of the women said, "He is a fairyman."
"He is a liar," the man laughed.
"I love you, brother," Bran said. "You are English stuff. Nay, but I tell you true. My mother was of the little folk. Have you any left, brother? Or have you harried them all, you Saxon and Norman men?"
"He is a fairyman," the woman said. "Good friend, the hills are empty. There are no more little people. When the sad years came they fled away." ”

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H. C. Bailey, The Fool — Chapter 8 (1921)

“ It is well planned of Gilbert. And that hold at Watlington is shrewdly set against the King's castle at Wallingford. A great man is Gilbert. And my King lies in his halls and eats his meat and sports with him and plays with his buxom niece. Yea, yea, Gilbert is wise in his generation," and stranger and stranger the music grew.
When Bran came back to the huts, he found pots steaming over the fire. He flung down a brace of hares. "The fool pays his shot, brother."
"God help you, fool." Godric tossed them swiftly out of sight. "If Eudo saw you, you are sped." ”

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