[A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang]@TWC D-Link bookA Monk of Fife CHAPTER XVII--HOW ELLIOT LOST HER JACKANAPES 10/18
The sun had set, yet left all his gold shining on the water when we entered Blois, and there rested at a hostel for the night.
Next day--one of the goodliest of my life, so soft and clear and warm it was, yet with a cool wind on the water--we voyaged to Tours; and now Elliot was glad enough, making all manner of mirth. Her desire, she said, was to meet a friend that she had left at their house in Tours, one that she had known as long as she knew me, my friend he was too, yet I had never spoken of him, or asked how he did.
Now I, being wrapped up wholly in her, and in my joy to see her kind again, and so beautiful, had no memory of any such friend, wherefore she mocked me, and rebuked me for a hard heart and ungrateful.
"This friend of mine," she said, "was the first that made us known each to other.
Yea, but for him, the birds might have pecked out your eyne, and the ants eaten your bones bare, yet"-- with a sudden anger, and tears in her eyes at the words she spoke--"you have clean forgotten him!" "Ah, you mean the jackanapes.
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