HOW I FELT THE GOLDEN SPUR George Hamon was sorely put out at the loss of his horse and by so cruel a death.

In his anger he laid on young Torode a punishment hard to bear.
For when the young man offered to pay for Black Boy, Uncle George gave him the sharpest edge of his tongue in rough Norman French, and turned him out of his house, and would take nothing from him.
"You pledged me your word and you broke it," said he, "and you think to redeem it with money.

Get out of this and never speak to me again! We are honest men in Sercq, and you--you French scum, you don't know what honour means." And Torode was forced to go with the unpayable debt about his neck, and the certain knowledge that all Sercq thought with his angry creditor and ill of himself.

And to such a man that was bitterness itself.
During the ten days that followed Riding Day, my mind was very busy settling, as it supposed, the future,--mine and Carette's.

For, whether she desired me in hers or not, I had no doubts whatever as to what I wanted myself.