` But I think it was simply awful . ' ` So did not Fulke . He was well pleased . ' ` What ? Because his son was going to be killed ? ' ` Nay . Because De Aquila had shown him how he might save the boy 's life and his own lands and honours . `` I will do it , '' he said . `` I swear I will do it . I will tell the King thou art no traitor , but the most excellent , valiant , and perfect of us all . Yes , I will save thee . '' ` De Aquila looked still into the bottom of the cup , rolling the wine-dregs to and fro . ' `` Ay , '' he said . `` If I had a son , I would , I think , save him . But do not by any means tell me how thou wilt go about it . '' ' `` Nay , nay , '' said Fulke , nodding his bald head wisely . `` That is my secret . But rest at ease , De Aquila , no hair of thy head nor rood of thy land shall be forfeited , '' and he smiled like one planning great good deeds . ' `` And henceforward , '' said De Aquila , `` I counsel thee to serve one master -- not two . '' ' `` What ? ''
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