[A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang]@TWC D-Link bookA Monk of Fife CHAPTER VI--HOW NORMAN LESLIE ESCAPED OUT OF CHINON CASTLE 5/10
"The other maids are at their dinner," she went on, "and I all alone--the season being Lent, and I under penance, and thinking of no danger." For which reason, I doubt not, namely that the others had gone forth, she had made her tryst at this hour with Robin Lindsay.
But he, if he was, as she said, one of the Scottish archers that guarded the gate, was busy enough belike with the tumult on the bridge, or in seeking for the body of mine enemy. "How to get you forth I know not," she said, "seeing that from yonder room you pass into the kitchen and thence into the guard-room, and thence again by a passage in the wall behind the great hall, and so forth to the court, and through the gate, and thereby there is no escape: for see you the soldiers must, and will avenge their comrade." Hearing this speech, I seemed to behold myself swinging by a tow from a tree branch, a death not beseeming one of gentle blood.
Up and down I looked, in vain, and then I turned to the window, thinking that, as better was not to be, I might dive thence into the moat, and take my chance of escape by the stairs on the further side.
But the window was heavily barred.
Yet again, if I went forth by the door, and lurked on the postern stair, there was Robin Lindsay's dirk to reckon with, when he came, a laggard, to his love-tryst. "Stop! I have it," said the girl; and flying into the laundry, she returned with a great bundle of white women's gear and a gown of linen, and a woman's white coif, such as she herself wore. In less time than a man would deem possible, she had my wet hair, that I wore about my shoulders, as our student's manner was, tucked up under the cap, and the clean white smock over my wet clothes, and belted neatly about my middle. "A pretty wench you make, I swear by St.Valentine," cried she, falling back to look at me, and then coming forward to pin up something about my coif, with her white fingers. I reckoned it no harm to offer her a sisterly kiss. "'Tis lucky Robin Lindsay is late," cried she, laughing, "though even were he here, he could scarce find fault that one maid should kiss another.
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