Howbeit , if he is to marry , marry him in the name of Mary , and be done ! '' `` Nay , he is a brave lad -- I know it , '' said Lord Foxham . `` Content ye , then , Sir Richard . I have compounded this affair with Master Hamley , and to-morrow ye shall wed. '' Whereupon Dick judged it prudent to withdraw ; but he was not yet clear of the refectory , when a man , but newly alighted at the gate , came running four stairs at a bound , and , brushing through the abbey servants , threw himself on one knee before the duke . `` Victory , my lord , '' he cried . And before Dick had got to the chamber set apart for him as Lord Foxham 's guest , the troops in the holm were cheering around their fires ; for upon that same day , not twenty miles away , a second crushing blow had been dealt to the power of Lancaster . CHAPTER VII -- DICK 'S REVENGE The next morning Dick was afoot before the sun , and having dressed himself to the best advantage with the aid of the Lord Foxham 's baggage , and got good reports of Joan , he set forth on foot to walk away his impatience . For some while he made rounds among the soldiery , who were getting to arms in the wintry twilight of the dawn and by the red glow of torches ; but gradually he strolled further afield , and at length passed clean beyond the outposts , and walked alone in the frozen forest , waiting for the sun . His thoughts were both quiet and happy . His brief favour with the Duke he could not find it in his heart to mourn ; with Joan to wife , and my Lord Foxham for a faithful patron , he looked most happily upon the future ; and in the past he found but little to regret . As he thus strolled and pondered , the solemn light of the morning grew more clear , the east was already coloured by the sun , and a little scathing wind blew up the frozen snow . He turned to go home ; but even as he turned , his eye lit upon a figure behind , a tree . `` Stand ! '' he cried . `` Who goes ? '' The figure stepped forth and waved its hand like a dumb person . It was arrayed like a pilgrim , the hood lowered over the face , but Dick , in an instant , recognised Sir Daniel . He strode up to him , drawing his sword ; and the knight , putting his hand in his bosom , as if to seize a hidden weapon , steadfastly awaited his approach . `` Well , Dickon , '' said Sir Daniel , `` how is it to be ? Do ye make war upon the fallen ? ''
`` I made no XXXXX upon your life , '' replied the lad ; `` I was your true friend until ye sought for mine ; but ye have sought for it greedily . ''
DICK Duke Foxham Hamley Joan Mary day holm second war