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Chapter 40

           "Itakeflight!"saidWamba;"whendoyoueverfindFollyseparatedfromValour?Thereliesthetrophyofmysword,thatgoodgreygelding,whomIheartilywishuponhislegsagain,conditioninghismasterlaytherehoughedinhisplace.Itistrue,Igavealittlegroundatfirst,foramotleyjacketdoesnotbrooklance-heads,asasteeldoubletwill.ButifIfoughtnotatsword’spoint,youwillgrantmethatIsoundedtheonset."

           "Andtogoodpurpose,honestWamba,"repliedtheKing."Thygoodserviceshallnotbeforgotten."

           "‘Confiteor!Confiteor!’"exclaimed,inasubmissivetone,avoiceneartheKing’sside"myLatinwillcarrymenofartherbutIconfessmydeadlytreason,andprayleavetohaveabsolutionbeforeIamledtoexecution!"

           Richardlookedaround,andbeheldthejovialFriaronhisknees,tellinghisrosary,whilehisquarter-staff,whichhadnotbeenidleduringtheskirmish,layonthegrassbesidehim.Hiscountenancewasgatheredsoashethoughtmightbestexpressthemostprofoundcontrition,hiseyesbeingturnedup,andthecornersofhismouthdrawndown,asWambaexpressedit,likethetasselsatthemouthofapurse.Yetthisdemureaffectationofextremepenitencewaswhimsicallybeliedbyaludicrousmeaningwhichlurkedinhishugefeatures,andseemedtopronouncehisfearandrepentancealikehypocritical.

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