`` I am but fighting for life and lands with a pen , as thou hast shown me , Fulke . '' ` Then Fulke groaned , for he was cold , and , `` Let me confess , '' said he . ' `` Now , this is right neighbourly , '' said De Aquila , leaning over the shaft . `` Thou hast read my sayings and doings -- or at least the first part of them -- and thou art minded to repay me with thy own doings and sayings . Take pen and inkhorn , Gilbert . Here is work that will not irk thee . '' ' `` Let my men go without hurt , and I will confess my treason against the King , '' said Fulke . ' `` Now , why has he grown so tender of his men of a sudden ? '' said Hugh to me ; for Fulke had no name for mercy to his men . Plunder he gave them , but pity , none . ' `` Té ! Té ! '' said De Aquila . `` Thy treason was all confessed long ago by Gilbert . It would be enough to hang Montgomery himself . '' ' `` Nay ; but spare my men , '' said Fulke ; and we heard him splash like a fish in a pond , for the tide was rising . ' `` All in good time , '' said De Aquila . `` The night is young ; the wine is old ; and we need only the merry tale . Begin the story of thy life since when thou wast a lad at Tours . Tell it nimbly ! '' '
`` Ye shame me to my soul , '' said XXXXX . '
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